Sweet Creature

Who are you, sweet creature?

With words spun of sugar, 

pouring off your tounge, 

spilling into the void,

and sending me off

into a world: not my own.

Who are you sweet creature?

Your touch is like good fudge

slightly sticky,

but oh, so soft,

so smooth. 

I only wish the taste could

linger longer 

on my tounge.

Who are you, sweet creature?

Such a voice;

every sentence, a song.

It is a slatwater taffy

that sticks in your head

not your teeth.

Who are you, sweet creature?

And your eyes:

fabled to be more beautiful

than molten chocolate 

being stirred in a golden pot.

I can assure you those tales are true.

Who are you, sweet creature?

With lavish, red hair

made of licorice,

not that cheap stuff though,

the real kind, homemade. 

It is more beautiful than 

those flowers whence you came.

Who are you, sweet creature?

What a scent! 

It is a sweet shoppe 

filled 

with cocoa and sugar.

All things sweet.

It calls to me like it would

to small child

with an extra sweet tooth.

Who are you, sweet creature?

Sweet creature, you thief! 

The heart,

from my chest!

I would have gladly given it,

had you asked.

But now, alas!

I know who you are, sweet creature...

I set out, now, to hunt you down.

Because in this kingdom,

bitter rules.

Forever.

Good day.