I Must Deter

So many stores as I stroll down the street. Each one enticing; I struggle down the street. Keeping my urges under control is easy for most. But my control will blunder when I see the cinnamon toast. When I see the candies, confections, the cakes. When I see apologies, misconceptions, mistakes. Still, the body speaks on its own - my nostrils they cry out to the scone. It sits innocently, sits masculine, on its silver throne. The alluring rays of sun penetrate the window, making the idea forever sparkle. Cajoled, I enter, only to take a peak. Surely, I'll receive charcoal, the saint will know I've grown weak. Still, the body speaks on its own. My eyes are now seduced by the ice cream cone. And not just this, but much of that too. Why did I come here? What can I do? There are bins of candy, racks of sugar; Loads of toothsome shandy... Outside awaits my lover. My lover holds my heart; In love; he holds my key. Glad; Grateful of him I am. I must deter... If only I could do as the seductive hot fudge pleases, and, with a coo in delight, take it all in my arms, pressing it tight, against my breast as I travel to and fro to the topping bar where those cherries will undergo much tasting and devouring while the syrup I take by means of siphon. And just when we believe that I am done, I'll run to the candies, and the honey buns. I'll imbibe the hardest sweets while clutching the softest dough. But when my lover sees all I eat, he will undoubtedly go.