Sunday, April 27, 2003

Swirls of brown

My tongue
Makes contact
With the dark brown
Swirling with ecstasy

Eyes closed
Fluttering with delight
My smile hints of something creamy
And breathes
Of dreamy desires

Might be I’m just crazy
I could be only playfully
Addicted to a pleasure
So dark and dangerous

Feeding my constant high
Bringing me further from my pain
I laugh with disdain
And cry with realization
When I know
that I have within my grasp
My one true love,
That is,
The divine
Chocolate.




|the baker| 7:15 AM|

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