Young Writers Society

Vanilla Intoxication

Glassy liquor melodies
Nor bronzed, rum-filled confections
Can never fail to stifle
An untamed, tremendous craving

They only arouse even further
A darker, more passionate lust
Which no amount of skin can soothe
Nor entirely take away

The chamber is filled from corner to corner
With her heady scent; so sweet –
As the eccentric world spins round
In a carnival of sweet desire.

Only this and nothing more
Can ever ease this pleasant unease
Can ever clear away these doubts,
Although this itself is the cause;
And only this and nothing more
Can ever make this hot blood
Rush through these deprived veins,
Pulsing with utmost selfish want.

Swindling in twisted heaps,
Drunken thoughts swirl in this mind
As the thrilling aroma of intoxication
Is buried deep into this chest

The subtle lines are read again,
Each letter printed clear;
Every steeple and curve neat
And honey-coated with deception.

‘Tis all but something played for fun,
A little gamble with temptation
But monotony will soon be realised
And all desire will be tossed away –
A myriad candle fires snuffed out,
Chocolate droplets melting in heat
Or a fervent prayer which has lost
Its music of desperation.

Cream-coloured sheets are filled
With words smeared with poison
An avalanche of sweetness
And vanilla-scented lies.