Light-Lovers

Sweet, fragrant air melted across his senses, like honey as it spills down the hot shell of a fluffy pastry. He wanted to sink his teeth into it, razor tips cutting deep and spilling drop after drop of the molten innards, which to him always tasted bitter, rich. A delicious reminder of his favorite dessert, Sanguinaccio dolce. It wasn’t without an interesting repertoire of flavors, with salt and metal cutting through the too rich essence of the chocolate, but it was that delicious tang that made his mouth salivate, eager for the thick, gelatin dessert to spill across his tongue and near melt down the back of his throat. Delectable. Ther