The awakening of my tastebuds

an ode to czech Štrůdl

I cannot remember the last foodgasmic experience like this
Refined, yet made butch,
like rough sex with a gentle lover

First I dent the puffy texture with my bite
An explosion
Red berries attack my tongue,
followed by the soft cream,
first dazzling my lips,
then, gently pouring,
filling my mouth,
balancing the sour and the sweet

Another bite,
I try to tame the pleasure
but it’s out of my control
As the pastry gives its last jerk,
it defeats me,
leaving my pants,
stained

A memory to treasure

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