Toffee drips from her spoon
She turns to wipe it clean
Her lips touched it a way never seen
No waste was her game
Ingredients of life was written in her name
Broken brown she laid down
On the work top of pristine white
Crushed it with all her might
Chocolate filled her inner self
Yellow was the colour that caught her hungry eye
Holding it she finely chopped into sliced dice
Smothering it with creamy white
Sweeter than sugar
Melting on her taste buds
She built a tower of her favourites
In to a game of her own
Finished it off with carved flakes of chocolate
Banoffi harnessed her
inner inhibitions of that day
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