She moved the plate <br />of cream cakes <br />away from herself <br />to the far corner of table. <br />Made them vanish <br />by closing her eyes.. <br /> <br />or so she thought. <br />. <br />Behind her lids, visions <br />of icing and jam <br />swam in an ocean <br />of calorific splendour. <br /> <br />With her eyes still shut, <br />she reached for her <br />hard baked biscuit, <br />and nibbled and cursed, <br />cursed and nibbled.. <br /> <br />then reached <br />for the biggest cake.<br /><br />Ian Bowen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-slave-to-temptation/
