Sweet, like the girl next door,
But dry, with sharp biting wit.
One needn't strain to see
The sparkle that bubbles to the top.
Worst of all, one taste
Begets a burning desire,
A perpetual need for
Yet one more taste.
You sneak up on a man
Like a good wine does.
Unaffected, or so he believes,
He is soon a bumbling
Mass of incoherence,
Unable to complete
The most simple of tasks.
In the end, pitifully dependent,
He writhes in gutting pain
For want of that one last taste.
I think the strength of this is that it doesn't appear to set out to be more than it is. There's a nice ring of truth here that gathers itself up as the narrator is undone, and I think it's because the author didn't over reach with the metaphors etc. Perhaps the last 3 lines, rather than outrightly stating his demise, might be stronger if you went in the other direction slightly and pitched them in an understated, yet more direct manner.
Pitiful, and dependent,
the end comes
with something less, or more
than temporal pain--
Oh to be this woman. Yet...I'm watching The Tudors right now, just before Ann Boylyn loses her sweet pretty little head. It hurts to be beautiful. Well written. I really felt the emotion behind this one and I enjoyed the tasty analogy. It stimulated the senses.
Oh, I like this one. This is a very good capture of a situation - You sneak up on a man like a good wine does.....Gee, I think I have had days where this was my plan.... haha... All about the flirting and the tease and the snappy banter and the testing of the worthy opponent! Oh, dating.....
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