A Slave To Temptation* Comments

With her eyes still shut, she reached for her hard baked biscuit, and nibbled and cursed, cursed and nibbled.. then reached for the biggest cake. refreshing relaxing a poem that made my day, millions thanks! oh by the way you convinced me, I have no cake but some chocolate ice cream that scream for days: eat me! eat me! eat meee! ! ! -ok ok i'm on my waay! !

a bit of light relief. it stopped me being serious for a moment. nice one! john