The sure-fire life purpose

If I had the chance
I’d be a dessert spoon
the bringer of delight

tucking into delectation
every time

brain to hand
sending frantic messages
hurry hurry hurry

mouth closing in
tongue in rapture
lips in melting caress

transporting pleasure
every time

how could you go wrong
with a life purpose
such as that?

(written for the Bentlily prompt – write a poem about an appliance you love or love to be)