The last time I saw you, you were too beautiful for words. Words that would do you justice, that is.

I remember savouring the sight and smell of every inch of you, my eyes taking in your perfect smoothness as you lay there. Had I really made something so exquisite? It hadn't been easy but you were here at last. I'd been so impatient, wondering what you'd look like, if you would live up to my expectations.

Yes, I'll admit it. I showed you off, I preened, I would've put a peacock to shame. I was beyond modesty, uncontrollably proud of your sweetness as I passed you around in order to enjoy the gasps of admiration from family and friends.

But then it was time for you to go. I'd always known it would come to this.
I slowly picked up the knife even though it seemed a travesty to ruin your perfection but we all have our destinies and this was yours.

As I cut into you, I marvelled at your unctuous gooeyness. Spiralling into Aztec heaven, I was comforted by the thought of the multitude of chocolate cakes which would take your place in the future.