You consume me.
I consume you.
Your sweetness calls to me and draws me near.
My token resistance stems from my awareness
the you do not nourish me.
Nay, you increase my unhealthy ways.
And yet, I want you more and more.
I gaze at you sometimes, as you sit near me, unaware.
And I, longing for you, want to cry.
It will have to be my move.
No, I think, I will NOT DO IT.
But sooner or later ... I slink in your direction.
Pecan Pralines from Trader Joe's ...
you undo me.