Sweet-Toothed, Treat Seduced

Most sweets their nectar pollen pollinates, Preserving life before their sap gets sapped; Yet amber's sweetest resin resonates, Ambrosia's essence from death's lap gets lapped. But you, my sweet, are most untimely soured, Indulgent hungers feed with greedy gluts On dulcet fares, you're from your prime devoured, Consumed unsweetly through most seedy guts. You're like a cloyed, discandied bubblegum, A sweetened, syrup-sugared pixie dust; Your cheer gets halved, they're more than double glum, An eaten snack succumbed through tricksy lust. Most sweets conserved from death live still distilled, Yet those most sour that have their fill fulfilled.