No Dinner for The Wicked!

She's a jar of honey to a starving hummingbird;
Just out of reach and way too tempting.
I own a chilli-sizzling want for her but dining off her plates is not allowed.
She's is a no-entry banquet for me,
But I'd buy a ticket in a minute if they went on sale.
If I could only lay her out and peel the layers to reveal the tempting meat,
I'd never need a dipping sauce!
Sadly though this would be a downhill slippery toboggan straight to hell ... But the snowy slide might be worth it,
And the weather is hell is always warm ... I'd never do it though,
The other lives in my heart,
To cut him out would be to sacrifice myself to the Goddess of Pussy for a body not needed,
Nor wanted enough to die for,
So past me she goes and my hands keep to themselves and whisper to me about touching,
But I try not to listen.