ravish me, she whispers

how dangerous it is
to purchase an entire cheesecake
when living alone.
the siren call
of its sweetness
whispers all night into
your good ear.
you toss and turn, trying
to ignore her.
i'm here she says,
right here on the shelf
below
the milk.
between the butter
and dried cranberries
that you'll never eat.
come
and taste me, slice me,
or not,
just bring the tin to bed
with you,
a single fork,
and have your way
until the last crumb
is on your chin,
your lips, your belly full.