Fasting
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Your odor
so strong, potent, sweet, and tantalizing,
lures me in every time.
Your layers appear soft and spongy, your glaze smooth and milky.
My mouth waters,
My tongue spikes,
My lips part,
Eleven months out of twelve I delve deep into the abyss
Can't resist licking my lips at all the quips and tricks the world has to offer
I offer my prayers rarely
but then, Ramadan rolls around
