dark and grim it appears to me. dingy you may call it but it doesn't smell pungent. pierce through it and it mellows out. hot liquid oozes out to dampen the glazed fringe. can hold the puddle in my hand, can abridge through it. smells different from that of the moisten soil, but smells very sweet. dipping my finger in it and feeling the softness makes them go numb. it's odor flushed my taste buds, but the sight wasn't tempting enough. the darkness scared me until i hopped in with my cordon bleu. stabbing the glum bar with ease and witnessing the unruffled fluid. the moment it went in my mouth i got over it's asperity. the flushed taste buds were satiated at the very first soupcon of it. my senses got elevated and uncurtained,came across the revelation that the dark molten coal was chocolate oozing out of my choco lava cake , which tasted delicious. mouth watering it was and minced the saliva, satisfied my sweet tooth to the core. the luscious liquid though dark but the darkness could brighten up gustatory organs like no other bulb could do, that's why i love my choco lava cake
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