Chocolate, my
goddess,
my lady divine.
Your liquid dress ripples like
warm
brown satin,
like oil on
silk,
like downy feathers,
soothing to touch,
smooth.
A sheet of luster
falls upon your
dark skin
as
water would on silver.
It matters not whether you are
frigid and cool like
a beautiful
snowflake
or melting,
it
always
ends time same.
Caressing,
touching,
feeling you as
you shyly let your guard down,
let the
dream
descend.
We dive into the bottomless depths,
as you slowly take flight,
chocolate,
leaving nothing but
a lingering trace
of
your heavenly taste.