Within a sweet, strawberry flavoured,
A firm, golden toffee awaits your taste,
Covered in elegant velvety layers,
Draped in rich dark chocolate.
Vanilla flourish will tickle your tongue cells
With luxury in the name of a fudge centre
Within an island of buried little treasures
For memories which still protect a nectar core.
A cappuccino intrigue, waiting to be discovered,
An orange blossom, a roasted nut harvest,
A midnight praline, caramel nectar
Beneath an exterior, devilishly dark,
Pure and innocent, honeycomb jewels,
A velvety treason, burnished and tarred.
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