Her skirt twirls—
Spinning a melody made of sugar and cream.
Waves of whipped delight ripple through the air.
She smiles—like a freshly sliced strawberry,
Juice dripping from her fingertips,
Melting even the quietest secrets away.
Wrapped in ribbons, dipped in dreams…
Pink as a wish escaped from a jar of jam,
She lands, wordless, on your waiting taste buds—
Sealing joy into a melt-in-your-mouth softness,
And stamping your passport to the Dessert Realm.