Sweet chocolate,
Rubbing across my lips,
The juicy taste of chocolate,
Deepening in my taste buds,
Fulfilling my crave.
I open my mouth wider,
To bite more of my chocolate,
And it disappears out of thin air.
No love to the man,
That found wisdom,
In the taste buds of his tongue,
To enrich us with different types,
Of chocolate not just one.
I’ve imagine the deep thoughts,
Of the desire it gives to me,
The words it would speak,
The way it would make me feel.
Not speaking about chocolate,
It’s not the obvious thing,
But the kiss of the kisses,
What joy it would bring.
The length of an Oh Henry,
Hanging from chocolate strawberries,
IT entices me.
Bring joy to my soul,
Expressed in a milky-way,
That would be me.
Hershey’s chocolate ready willing,
To give in to some white chocolate,
As it works the Kit-Kat,
While snickers delight in some Cocoa Beans..
I miss it not the chocolate,
Neither the wine, dine and grind,
Of the delicious chocolate delight.
I miss the missing,
To touch it, to hold it,
Would be new,
Because the unknown is to love,
For the mere fact that you never tasted it.

© Robyn Neymour