Flesh Feeds Soul

A boy becomes a slave to his fear in affections for a shiny nymph;
a tasty mental treat
The image is of her golden hair and a candy apple
A turning point to indecision; a skewer inside. Her baking skin helps him hide
The hunger brings embarassment and the fork presents the first bite
Flesh feeds soul
For the moments and years of salivation, underestimation and insecurity
Perversion is this Girl Scout on a plate
Flesh feeds soul