Can someone say I need to get a life. I mean I am a fool. Aimless in allure of a dessert which I cannot eat or have. The smell drives me wild. And here we are. No matter how long I got without smelling the edible aroma I still want to eat this dessert. Part of me even wants to bath in it. Bask in the loveliness of it all. It’s warm like the sun. But like the sun if you get to close it can burn.