Although it’s immoral, it’s hard to resist.



Strawberry sauce spilled on my fingertips;



Just waiting to be licked,



Dark chocolate drizzled over my white cake,



Caramel dipped apples served to me for the taking,




Honey glazed sweet bread with cream spread on to the

breaking point.



I regret reaching out to them after the taste shrivels from

my lips.


Broccoli, carrots, and celery,



Not as motivating as a piece of butterscotch candy.



With all these sweets handed to me,



I prove to be weak against life’s struggles.




Living in a generation where good has become less

satisfying.


Not even giving that bowl of fruit a glance




After picking up the soufflé sprinkled with powdered sugar

that catches my eye.


Someone, anyone, give me strength.



Give me resistance to these sinful deeds.



What? Just one bite?



I’m sure one small nibble couldn’t hurt.



But I’m so far in, I know I’ll regret it later.



Fallacious, I know.



But tempting.