Masterpiece

I've turned pages, looking for you
and now that I've found you
I can begin my work
I'm breathless with anticipation

I've beaten you repeatedly
everchanging pace
slow and meticulous
to fast and furious

I've cracked slime
and layered it with powders
and potions
from little brown vials

You've been whipped
leaving dark, fat lines
within your pale essence
in time they'll fade - I promise

I scoop you out
piles of tan shit
with black spots within
your sweetened layers

I will scorch you now
within the relentless heat
until I pronounce that you've had enough
and render you almost complete

As your flesh cools
I will tarnish your surface
with a coloured fury
Then, my cake will be done!