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 !
