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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required As moonlight threatens the night's ebon cloak. A blistering thought has kept me woke. This thought so vile so terribly grim, yet so fulfilling to my every whim. I leave the warmth of my bed chamber and into the cold damp street. To quench this gnawing craving deep in my heart so deep. As I pass strolling strangers, I turn up collar to cutting air. They seem oblivious to dangers and look through me, as thou I were not there. I walk with purpose like a hunter, deep in the dark wood. In search of a sacred something so sweet, delicate and good. Finally I duck into a small cafe, where I have had success in past. Snaring unsuspecting prey, to star in this role that must be cast. I slide so stealth into vacant booth. Where I'm forced face to face, with this moment's moment of truth. My waitress smiles and pours a tall, thick cup of Joe. I find myself blowing and sipping very carefully and very slow. And there one of Zeus' daughters parked with one hand playfully twisting her golden hair. The other gently cutting with a fork a delightful chocolate Eclair. I watched ever longingly as her lips caressed every delicious bite. It was then and there I knew my chosen victim of this night. Then she stood up so regal yet so fair, paid and looked at me, with a pure endearing stare. She then walked out the door and gently out of sight. Disappearing like a sweet vapor into the misty mystic night. As her perfume soon left the now sad lonely air. I asked my lovely waitress for a tempting chocolate Eclair. So she sorrowfully informed me that the lovely lady had had the last. I then had to alter my well laid plans, and alter them rather fast. With heart frantically beating and beating, and the search of the menu repeating and repeating, for a substitute to satisfy. And there for my appetite at last the words "Lemon Meringue Pie." Now so graciously placed before me, this heaven's little slice. With every taste teasing and pleasing, I decided to try it twice. As I took the last bite stalling, I could hear my conscious calling. I told self we'll pay Piper tomorrow, but tonight I'm feeding gluttony and drowning sorrow. 9/25/18
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