that crick in your neck when you're looking at books

sometimes violets pop up early

there is always chocolate

it's fun to get letters in the mail

things are going to be ok.

rainbows happen (or you can just draw some)

there are babysitters getting bored of peek-a-boo

drinking really cold water when you just finished exercising

again, chocolate

i know this looks like
nothing more than a list
but, it's a new year and
for some reason
in the middle of
silly traditions
we can get a little
booster of hope.

things are going to be ok.

Hidden in street corners
Dark alleys
Backseats of cars
It’s a shame your parents don’t know what you get up to
You make me smell like chocolate
Which is a flavor i’ve never really admired
And even mixed in with your smoke rings
I still feel the desire to quit
You or it
I don't really care at this point

Chill seeps from the river
Current rushing over me
Barren tree, standing
Branches listless in the wind

All i could count on
In the howling of wolves

Pull these roots from shore
Wrap me in, this cold embrace
In the cold, I'll become one
With withering frost,
It seeps into my veins
Across my eyelids
The crystals formed
From my extremities
Ice

Standing at the checkout of the mini mart I glanced your way.
Your attire was simple yet elegant
After a moments flirtation
I knew that I was lost
That I must take you home with me
no matter what the cost.

How quick and complete your seduction of me was
Your mastery of seduction enhanced
through your casual manner and place of rest.

I carefully took you in my hand
and escorted you through the checkout
without saying a word.

Taking you to my home
My desire and need for you only continued to grow along the way.
Once alone I relaxed upon my bed and gazed longingly across the room at you for a moment.
It was no use; all self-control had fled on our journey to my home.

I approached you slowly eager to express my love.
How long had it been since I had Caressed such lovely dark flesh I wondered?
Weeks months or years I had no clue but it was
Long enough that only a vague memory of
the sensory delights hidden beneath your elegant attire remained in the recesses of my mind.

Though I was tempted like some glutton of sensual desire
to rip aside the coverings that hid your provocative dark flesh
I managed to maintain some self-control
Slowly I removed the outer layers of your clothing to reveal
An exotic delightful shape.

Slowly I let my gaze linger for a moment. I inhaled deeply to let your scent arouse me before pressing my lips against you.

Your sweetness engulfed me.

After, I lay on my bed ashamed and thought

O Dark Chocolate temptress of the taste buds
Never again shall I let you lead me along the path to obesity or ****** me towards the sin of gluttony.
O  how easy it is for a mere alcoholic to seek help from Alcoholics Anonymous
Whilst those of us addicted to chocolate must battle the demons of sensory desire alone with no sympathy, completely misunderstood.