If looks could kill

Like a leggy double crossing blonde from a noir '30s' flick , this crumbles' crust is as sharp witted as the fictional character, when cracked , the apple inside is as smooth as the venomous red lips and the custard with it is as tormenting as the bad feeling that this is not good for you . You pucker your lips , and sweep her off her feet as cool as calm as the spoon glides and scoops the first mouthful, hmmm yes this is it , sweet and warm , you go for another helping , and just like before....... OOoops caught day dreaming again , must carry on , it's only early in the shift still.