Peanut butter, so seductive;

unless my gastronomical desire

could be ever appeased or tamed

my guts and tongue had to

frown a little longer,

because I was not prepared

to let this extreme fondness

to invade my stability

But its attraction,

it's cunning seduction,

beckoned my name

with an irresistable voice,

my hands tried not to touch it,

at least at tried,

my mind glared at my resistance

and my hands held the

jar in a surrender of addiction

My tongue smooched the peanut

butter with happiness,

apparently it was irresistible!

                                                    By Kakraba Afful