Ode to Chocolate
Darcy Culley
You are my deepest and darkest temptation.
When the heralder of Night
Blows his trumpet across the land
My soul cries out for you — my one true love.
Alone, in bed, I ache
To run my tongue over your smooth surface
And to taste every inch
Of your delectable being.
Few know of our secret affair
For we allow ourselves the luxury of passion
Only late at night.
We are like young lovers
Who bathe in ecstasy by dark
And then suddenly become mere acquaintances by day.
(One must keep up appearances.)
So, as the sun peeks in the high noon sky
And the clocks tick backward to taunt me
f continue to lust and to linger
Over the night gone past
And to dream and to fantasize
About the night yet to come
When you and I
Swirling and dancing together
Will once again make love
Amidst mounds of empty wrappers.
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