mouths watering
only by the thought
of a golden crisp forming
over the hearty richness
behind the oven door
fighting the urge
made difficult
by the aroma drifting
through every room
no escape
pieces of baked comfort
met with browning butter
slices of summer
doused in sweetness
gently placed on top
a pairing made of pleasure
leading down a path
dangerous to walk
one of decadence and ruin
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