Tempt me you do,
oh sweet box of goodness,
for you may be chocolate,
but it seems I, am the one
who melts so easily
Each bite more adulterous than
the next - my mind says no,
but my mouth no longer
hears me at all - restraint and
control are out on hiatus
Soon, only the remains of wrappers
in contorted rigor mortis, crumbs of
nougat and caramel dot the bottom
of the box - I sigh, and reach for
another box fervently...
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