Doughnut [REVISED]

I gaze upon the luscious doughnut laying there in its box, beckoning me.
How soft and moist a perfect doughnut is the creature I affix into my gaze.
Though you, my doughnut, are only one of twelve, you are the only one for me,
until you have been devoured.

Your texture is soft and comforting,
And your taste is of fresh honey.
Your smell, enthralling,
And as I gaze upon you, a warmth comes over my soul.

Oh doughnut, why doust thine beauty tempt me so?
I am only a man, and therefore cannot understand
The desires of my selfish heart.
But I for one know, you will be eaten by no other.
For a quarrel will be had,
Nary a scoundrel try to steal away my prize.

When I lay up at night,
I oft’ think about what men shall remember in the times to come.
Would your form be as enticing after I have passed,
And dust rests upon my bones?
Would you give yourself to others when they beg and plead,
Or perhaps when they weep?

I fear, O doughnut, that our era
May fell the curtain abruptly.
And we shall depart each going our separate ways
To live on less in memory as time grows further on.

So just one morsel,
While we still exist in body
Your sustenance will not only suffice
But exceed.

Oh doughnut, a moment will come soon,
where you and I will become one in spirit.
Your ethereal form may vanish,
But your memory shall remain forever.