I must give you fair warning as I sit here contemplating my life
That I am no artist able to cast light and shadow
with the whiskers of a brush
so, I must use words to paint you a picture  
of the inside of this broken man’s soul.

Feminine Beauty with hair of night
Seduction is your name and
Romance your contest of choice
You may deal your cards
In this game of chance called life as
I sit here alone upon the corner stool

Love peers in through the sunlit window
Glances my way and moves on as
Seduction lays out her cards of fate.

Loneliness consumes my thoughts
Though none who might observe me will see it
As my thoughts linger among the shadows of my life


None but my close friend destiny
knows of the battles that I have fought
Upon the playground of life
Some won and some lost

Sweet seduction
My heart lies broken
Trampled under the high heels
Of too many a pretty face.

So, my former sweetheart
Romance can no longer entice me
Nor your twin sister flirtation
arouse me.

Notice that I drink water and not wine
For my broken spirit, has not even the strength
To seek solace in that comforter of broken dreams
Alcohol.

With no soul
No meaning in my life
Time slips ever faster across
my lost hopes and forgotten dreams
So forgive me lovely temptress of men’s fate
If I choose to let your cards lie where you have cast them
And walk away.

Years ago, I would have stayed
and enjoyed the game
but then a sister of yours came
to rip out my heart and soul

Who was she? you ask

True love was her name.

Standing at the checkout of the mini mart I glanced your way.
Your attire was simple yet elegant
After a moments flirtation
I knew that I was lost
That I must take you home with me
no matter what the cost.

How quick and complete your seduction of me was
Your mastery of seduction enhanced
through your casual manner and place of rest.

I carefully took you in my hand
and escorted you through the checkout
without saying a word.

Taking you to my home
My desire and need for you only continued to grow along the way.
Once alone I relaxed upon my bed and gazed longingly across the room at you for a moment.
It was no use; all self-control had fled on our journey to my home.

I approached you slowly eager to express my love.
How long had it been since I had Caressed such lovely dark flesh I wondered?
Weeks months or years I had no clue but it was
Long enough that only a vague memory of
the sensory delights hidden beneath your elegant attire remained in the recesses of my mind.

Though I was tempted like some glutton of sensual desire
to rip aside the coverings that hid your provocative dark flesh
I managed to maintain some self-control
Slowly I removed the outer layers of your clothing to reveal
An exotic delightful shape.

Slowly I let my gaze linger for a moment. I inhaled deeply to let your scent arouse me before pressing my lips against you.

Your sweetness engulfed me.

After, I lay on my bed ashamed and thought

O Dark Chocolate temptress of the taste buds
Never again shall I let you lead me along the path to obesity or ****** me towards the sin of gluttony.
O  how easy it is for a mere alcoholic to seek help from Alcoholics Anonymous
Whilst those of us addicted to chocolate must battle the demons of sensory desire alone with no sympathy, completely misunderstood.