Sinful Delights

A guilty conscience has three eyes.
One of which is a chocolate
covered marzipan,
with blood-shot veins of sugar.

I am the prefect of the
confectionary box.
One by one I commit
adultery with every caramel
and peanut moment of cocoa.

I was elected by the strawberry
mouse wrapped in foil.
Until I unwrapped it,
seduced it and devoured it.
By then it was too late for
a re-election.

Then, I ate the third eye
in one bite.
Creamy candy rippled
over my tongue.
Guilt felt sweeter mashed-up
in my stomach, hidden
and digested.