teased taunted terrorized tormented into mouth melting sin hell's fire hastens my tongue as it becomes a slippery slide to depravity fistfuls meant for shared reverie become resident hostages in my domain as sole proprietor of this ***** chemical high I laugh at pale attempts to fool me with sweet haloed innocence no paltry impostor stands a chance only the real deal sways my greedy favor.
Believe it or not, this poetry is about a Sam's Club huge sack of devilishly delightful Ghiradelli chocolate chips intended for cookies , cupcakes and other baked goods.They keep winding up in my mouth as a snack though.And I have white chocolate in the house, but they are pale impostors if you want the real chocolate high !