(A Double Divine-form not include in your list)
She digs into her pocket's hollow space
and snags a tissue, swipes her eyes.
Her fingers touch a bar,
a rich, dark treat.
She chooses dash as treasure's resting place
then cranks the key, gets a surprise
when heater in her car
melts hoarded sweet.
She zooms around her town without a care
yet feels her appetite evolve,
while scent from heater vent
plays a coquette.
She knows the fault is hers but deems unfair
as still her nose betrays resolve
and brings about consent
to buy briquette.