White Chocolate**
In a realm where ivory whispers dance,
Soft as moonbeams on a lover's glance,
Lies the essence pure, a taste so sweet,
White chocolate dreams where hearts do meet.
A symphony of creamy hues entwined,
Where tenderness and passion find
A canvas blank, yet richly spun,
A tapestry of two made one.
In twilight's tender, hushed embrace,
Where fingers trace a lover's face,
The world dissolves in pale delight,
As day gives way to velvet night.
Like white chocolate, melting slow,
Love's tender touch begins to flow,
Infusing warmth in every kiss,
A sugared breath, a silent wish.
Beneath the stars, where secrets lie,
Two souls conspire, a whispered sigh,
Wrapped in a bliss that's soft and rare,
A Caucasian love affair.
No bitter notes to mar the taste,
Just silken threads in sweet embrace,
A symphony of skin so light,
Love's pale glow in the quiet night.
Each touch, a promise softly told,
In whispers warm, in stories old,
Of love that's pure, untainted, bright,
Like white chocolate in the night.
So let us savor moments pure,
In this embrace, forever sure,
For in this love, both sweet and true,
White chocolate dreams are made for two.
They are penned with love. Words eloquently describing a crush by a melanin girl with a European Caucasian
