White as snowflakes, beautiful to behold, free flowing, running effortlessly through the fingers, gently teasing the purlicue as we absentmindedly play. It promises all manner of deliciousness and it never fails to deliver to the taste bud, tantalising and titilating. When worked, it presents beautifully, a model of desire, elegant beyond measure. Sugar art at it’s finest being the desire of the poor and the rich. Easy on the eyes, comforting to the tongue but lethal to long term health. A slow poison taking it’s time to cause havoc. Slippery on it’s promises, spontaneous in its attempts, elusive as a rabbit. Sashaying around in it’s glorious whiteness, awaiting the magical skills of the confectioner to transform it to mouth watering delicacies. The use is extensive, countless recipes emerges from it, the ready coat for bitter pill. Innocent looking, slowly intoxicating, subtly addictive, dope of the uninitiated. Erratic and inconsistent, spontaneous in the release of pleasure.
This is what some people are, eye candy, good for nothing beyond a brief glance and then a speedy exit must ensue otherwise we live to regret. Quick to draw and entice, having nothing to offer beyond confusion and turbulence. Sweet is their first name, Toxicity the second and Destruction the last. Majoring in lofty promises, castle in the sky relationship, pie in the air future, sick to their core, masquerading as someone of honour but nothing other than a confused child clothed in an adult body. Unsuitable for adult liaison save casual boredom reliever, to be taken with a pinch of salt in tiny dosages. Not worth the time of day or night, to be related to in a distracted manner, energy drainer, convoluted souls. Space holder, useful for nothing other than decoration just like sugar.
Beautiful Ivory 