Saturday Morning Satisfaction

attention
and utter abandon
collide
as an almost four-year-old
attacks the rainbow sprinkled chocolate iced donut
she's dreamt about
since hearing of its possible arrival
one evening prior.
eyes shining,
her tongue loosens each sugar compressed tidbit
from its cocoa nest.
though her focus
appears singular
she shuns appearances
with a sudden oohing
and pounces
securing the chocolate droppings from the wrapper
to her catlike paw
suddenly she is queen and servant
with head reared
and mouth wide
she both washes and dines
digit by digit
satisfied
for a moment
she smiles

then with eyes smiling and suggestive
of future torments
to lovers
friends and
family
she beckons
silently
sweetly
and then simply,

"More?"