Moderation packs his bags
along with the husband and kid
I am left here with Gluttony
She has been waiting
biding her time
She knows all too well
I will not resist her beckoning
We eye each other shyly at first
like long separated lovers
intimate, yet strangers
Then it begins as it always does
Urgent yearning
Ravenous reaching
Hungry, ferocious, gape mouthed grasping
Desirous devouring
Instinctual, insatiable appetite
I am voracious
I want more
more
MORE!
Finally it ends as it always does
Feeling sticky dirty
sick
with nothing left.
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submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Out of Standard with Izy, The Guilty Pleasure
12 comments:
hahaha...ouch...that hurts to laugh a bit...too much in my belly right now...i met gluttony...and she has crippled me...
A very timely confession in deed! I love you how narrate the tango between gluttony and the narrator! Thanks as always for participating! And viva la
I can feel the overload!
A solitary surfeit of sweetness?! LOL
The personification of this particular vice worked very well.
Oof! I'm so glad I behaved myself yesterday....
I managed to limit myself to one plate yesterday ... however we had four desserts and I sampled each! Here's to gluttony!!!
I'm needing more ingredients for my gluttony recipes as I age, I'm finding!!
so funny, you want some a this??? yum.
Delicious, this "duel" of a poem. Fighting off cravings is indeed quite difficult. Everyone left yesterday for a walk and I was cleaning the kitchen... and eyeing the cherry pie... the cherry pie won.
Really, the way you phrased this poem can be taken as funny, of course, but for some it is a true nightmare.
I can resist anything.
Except temptation.
haha... quite unexpected, but not surprised...
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