Saffron in a Grasp

Gasping chocolate's tempting vice,
Saffron in a grasp. "Tastes so nice."
Gold itself, agape with shock,
Mind a guest, but let's not talk.

Find a chest and behold the blinds,
Hidden stairs, enthralls unwind
Through obvious stares, looking for damns.
Whistle far, and let's scram.

Claim your scars: a small expense.
Carry his chair but not with reverence,
For this world hides your pleasure,
seek indulgence without measure.

And in end's end all is done.
We revel in what we've won.
For hidden pleasures can't ignore.
Forever's craving always more