Cupid was standing on the baked goods isle in the local grocery store, He stood reading the ingredients on a package of sugar.
He was smitten with lust.
This simultaneous combustion shone in his eye.
Teeth grit in dire need, a relapse of fashioning addiction
His heart split in two
In the realm of decision.
The recess of his mind laid in a mound of sugar while his body stood still.
The mistress of infatuation,
His tongue wet with anticipation.
He started to walk away but the urge insisted.
Tending to the needs of his taste buds he was overwhelmed by it's taste.
The swirl of his tongue lost in pure desire.
This fixation of saliva mixed with it's syrupy texture.
The receptors in his brain froze, paralyzed from this instantaneous sugar rush.
Inappropriate to the public eye, yet he couldn't refuse.
He grabbed the package of sugar and ripped open it's contents.
extensively licking his fingers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sweet taste to this poem. I like it. Tom Billsborough