I start by undressing the fruits prepared by a delicate shower

I tasted one with my mouth after wanting to for hours

I gently mix the ingredients, preparing with my hands

Before I knead together, it looks perfect, exactly as I planned

The moment comes to lick the spoon, I want to savour the taste

Now to whisk together the emotions and to control the pace

I turn up the temperature just right to attain perfection

It is the moment I’ve been waiting for, I tremble, sensational explosion

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Phil lister and Celine chauvelon 29/09/17

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