Then I must be hell bound.
My wanton lust for cacao bean
leaves reasoning unsound.
She beckons in the black of night
and when the skies are blue
to altars brimmed with pastries sweet
and coffee drinks imbued.
I genuflect in reverence
while all the while, I know
her siren songs and fragrances
will soon my soul o’erthrow.
These scales, they tip t’ward gluttony;
alas, my mortal sin.
This wantoness cannot be quenched
when chocolate lurks within.
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