As I break of the chocolate, my mouth waters.
I slip the chunk between my lips and let it melt on my warm tounge.
The feeling is as though there is a prancing deer jumping around my mouth, the flavour outstanding.
The sweet sensation and sugary texture exploding inside my mouth.
I let the chocolate slide slowly down my throat, and I wake up from my glorious choclate filled dreams.
Jul 23, 2010
Jul 23, 2010 at 1:43 PM UTC
As I break of the chocolate, my mouth waters.
I slip the chunk between my lips and let it melt on my warm tounge.
The feeling is as though there is a prancing deer jumping around my mouth, the flavour outstanding.
The sweet sensation and sugary texture exploding inside my mouth.
I let the chocolate slide slowly down my throat, and I wake up from my glorious choclate filled dreams.
This poem is copyright. By Clara McAdam 2010