As I pulled it out of the
oven steam flickered past my ears like tiny voices in the dark. Warm, milky
liquid dripped down the side like a river flowing off a cliff. Blends of flake
were bubbling, melting into a pool.
A smell of heaven wafted
up my irritated nose. I sliced my knife into it and picked a piece up. Crumbled
softness wrapped my hand like it was huddling for warmth. The moist, luscious
mixture bathed my hand.
A chunky piece shedded
down my throat. Devine layers of gooey caramel shattered mouth. The flake
teased my full mouth. By now different textures unfolded down my throat like it
was digging, searching for the golden center. It was now just a big pile of
decadent chocolate climbing all over each other. To die for Kit Kat built up a
big pile like a house under construction. Ribbons of cream twirled around every
layer like cement keeping it together.
YUM!!!!
By Jayden
That makes me want to drive around to your house and raid your biscuit tin!!! You make it sound so delicious with your descriptive vocabulary Jayden.
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