Homemade, not frozen and heat up. I am stuffed with red berries and passion fruit, bleeding when you cut my heart out, but I am here for your desire.
My shawl comes from bitter chocolate, and a few dark cocoa nuts are embroidered within my flesh.
Beside me lays the cream, whipped and fluffy, ready to be spread. A scrumptious scandal is what I am.
Grab the knife.