paint as icing

I swirl and frost the surface, becoming enraptured with the delicious colours and palatable texture.  Knifes and brushes brought out, often fingers to move the icing about to it's most appetizing.  Readying the whole to be consumed at some point by the fortunate recipient of a homemade layer cake.  Is is sweet or bitter?  Does it taste the way it looks?  Are you surprised once you place it in your mouth? What does your tongue tell you? What is your heart saying?