The Flavor

(Verse 1) Late night settles, the spoon clinks the glass Candle flickers low, watching seconds pass Sugar on the tongue, a slow, golden bloom Little bite of heaven in a shadowed room (Verse 2) Porcelain in my hand, warmth against the chill Caramel and berries, time bends to my will I trace every flavor, no need for the race The world falls away, leaving only this place (Verse 3) No need for music, the silence feels right The sweetness hums gently under dim light The clock hands falter, then quietly slide Another small miracle the night lets me hide (Verse 4) No crowded noise, just the hush of the air A mouthful of joy stitched delicate and rare The minutes drip slowly like honey through rain Turning simple moments into something to claim (Verse 5) The night leans closer, soft and content Crumbs of pure gold mark where the time went Late night dessert, a kingdom so small Yet it carries the weight of having it all