The Mango Cheesecake

I was placed behind a glass case, 

with utmost gastronomical grace. 

I was dressed to lure and entice! 

Adorned with a crown of mango slice. 

I was well layered and decorated, 

He asked for me and for him I was plated. 

He looked at me with hungry eyes

And let out many passionate sighs. 

Lyrical sonnets his stomach sang 

multiplied by his hunger pangs. 

He observed my crust, inspected my base

said wonderful things about my face. 

He sent his compliments to the cooks, 

praised my appearance and my looks. 

Hs said that I'd be delightful to taste 

but then, he did what most do in haste. 

He let his hunger be satiated by 

a half eaten, piece of Apple pie. 

That pie wasn't his to eat, 

That pie was someone else's treat. 

That outrageously stupid Apple pie,

thought she was the Apple of his eye. 

She knew she was not his to eat,

but she was thrilled by the all the deceit. 

And he ate her up shamelessly,

Lustfully and ravenously! 

He snatched her deceitfully, by force. 

He ate her with no sign of guilt or remorse. 

I watched him eat, I watched him binge! 

It made me shrink back and cringe. 

I watched him digest, I watched him burp

The dessert thief — so quick to usurp. 

I had the mango and the cheese,

and all the ingredients to appease. 

I had the texture and the punch 

and the right amount of zesty crunch. 

He could have had all of me —

Completely and entirely! 

My base, my pretty face, my biscuit feet

Were all for him, all his to eat!

But he chose unwisely, he chose to steal. 

Forbidden fruit has tremendous appeal! 

He went for the forbidden Apple pie

And I sit, uneaten, on my plate wondering why!