Sweet scent of cookies in the oven,

what is so addictive about your lovin’?

How do you crack me like bittersweet torture,

and leave me in need with a stomach like a scorcher?

Well, delicious as I am,

I can bend even the mightiest of man.

For when the sensation of desire reaches its height,

Your feelings of want explode with passion so bright.

The heart break sets in as you are left for the vultures,                    

and your heart is ripped in a gory aperture.

Desire leaves want, want may lead to rejection, rejection leads to sorrow, sorrow to pain, and then you are “left for the vultures” in a hypothetical or literal sense this poem is a true lesson about many issues we stumble upon in life.