Craving Sugar

There's a sweet itch brewing inside you,

One that tickles all the way

From your gut to your lips.

It starts off as a low rumble

In your core

And continues to expand

Threatening to roar.

This cunning little itch,

Simply wants to satisfy you.

She pleads and begs

And wants to frolic with some caramel goo.

With a kiss on your senses

You climb through the kitchen messes

On the hunt for something sweet to chew.

A whisper that now licks your eardrum

Urging you to bend and move

A mixture of torture and fun

Until you finally find the third participant

Who will join your act,

Packaged in colours that represent the sun.

You rip off the package and it lands on the floor

When the contents enter your mouth

You can't help but scream for more...