The molten honey oozing out from the layers and layers
of criss-cross diamond pastries, packed with luscious emerald
Persian pistachios, and the fragrant cinnamon from the land
of mythical fire dragons, the rich raisins handpicked by sultan’s
virgin hoories from the ripe grapes on the caravan routes of the
mighty silk-road, Oh! what a decadent mixture of zahidi dates
specially bartered in return of a passionate kiss to an ancient
Bedouin flanked by the flock of camels travelling across the mighty
Saharan sand-dunes, a heavenly sweetened delight capable of
seducing even the astute gods in the majestic skies, I just
surrendered myself in the feet of the great-Turkish pesermick as
he so softly made me sit on his cozy lap and put a morsel of the
golden beauty from his lusty mouth into my parched mouth.
I fell into a hands of sinful ecstasy worth thousand opiates and my
promiscuous mouth just exploded with decadent flavors and for
my heart it just got ruptured as I licked the juices from the
golden baklava gently crawling on my warm flesh.
( Baklava is my favorite sweet, I just love it)