Temptation

I had a craving for something sweet,
sticky, gooey, maybe even a little tangy
and let it melt on my tongue and lips
like a wet, passionate kiss.
I stood on the street corner,
watching the confections pass by
giving me smiles of mint and winks of sugar.
One walked past me, with caramel skin
and hair of rich dark chocolate.
I reached into my pocket,
my fingers searching frantically
for any loose change,
but nickels and dimes don't cover the cost.
And I was forced to leave the store,
my sweet tooth still aching.