​I feel the crystals
melting,
a smooth syrup on
my tongue
waking up
taste buds with a
sublingual satisfaction
as I lick my lips.
Trying to get
one more taste,
just a little bit.
My baby used to let me
lick
after she creamed
the sugar.
Now she tells me
no.
Not her, the plate, 
or my own fingertips.
When I try to
get another piece,
she slaps my hand,
talikin’ ’bout,
“Boy, you better quit.
But I know I got to have
at least one more
taste of her
seven layers
of that smooth
dark chocolate.

M. Zane McClellan

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The Daily Post Prompt: Cake

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