"chocolaty" poems
I want some strange man to brush up against me
Just deliberately enough
That my heart starts to race
And then he just
***** off
I want the neighbor's
Disgusting husband-
The one with the hacking cough
The one who kept stealing glances at my exposed, chocolaty midriff-
To give my ***** sloppy kisses
In the laundry room
In the middle of the night
I want you to remember
That I'm a person
And I'm lonely
And I'm ~starving~
And it's really okay,
Isn't it?
I want you to know
The whole story
But you couldn't love me
Through the half of it
So that's that.
I want you to run your nails down my back
And then gaslight me
By pretending it didn't happen
As I get on my knees
To clean up the puddle on the floor
I want to ***
With hot human flesh
In every
Single
One of my holes
I want you
So badly
That I
Can't
*******
Stand it
I want to yowl at the night sky
Until someone volunteers to
Shut me up
I want to feel
The lust
Pouring off of you
Drowning me
Before I choke on your ****
I want to stop
Feeling the need
To wear crop tops
In front of my neighbor's
Disgusting husband
I want someone to notice
When I'm not okay
And I want someone
To love me
Enough
To be there
Every night
Like a raft
In a storm
I want to get ****** so hard
That I forget everything
For just a *******
******* second
I want to be used
And reminded
That I'm just a toy
For your amusement
I want you to **** me in the pouring rain
After so many deserts
And so much heat
And so much time
I want
So badly
To be seen
And to be ******
And to be free
I want you to know
That this isn't really about you
I want so many things
I'd make a terrible Buddhist
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 6:43 AM UTC
Deep and full of wisdom
I can't help but stare into them
Rich, dark, and chocolaty brown
When I see them I cannot frown
Their beauty astounds me
When you sweep me off my feet
I look into them and my heart no longer cries
I absolutely love your beautiful eyes
May 28, 2011
May 28, 2011 at 1:38 PM UTC
I love the winters,
And the snowy hills too.
I love the mountains,
And the chocolaty peaks too.
Let me snap your portrait,
Yes you will pose elegant for me.
And it's your thought on my heart.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 8:31 AM UTC
We’re in a “new” trendy neighborhood called Cascade Heights, in Atlanta. It’s lush - hydrangea, musk rose, hoya and blue false indigo are in bloom and there are greens of every possible variation. The sky is clear and southern-sun bright - shadows are crisp.
It’s going to be 91°(f) today and although it’s only noon, the heat is rising.
Leong pointed out the black tubes that discreetly provide air-conditioning, carefully hidden in the shrubbery surrounding the shaded, outdoor dining area. She thought that was very clever and American. “They’re for survival,” I assure her, “it gets hotter and hotter over the summer.”
Leong and I are finishing lunch, savoring a decadent chocolate chai-tiramisu dessert.
“Oh, my God,” Leong said, sliding the chocolaty spoon over her tongue, “oomm.”
“So good,” I said, moaning with pleasure and closing my eyes.
The waiter comes over with an iPad, I wave my watch, like a magician’s wand and we’re free to go.
We were going to relax a minute and finish the last of our cold chai-tea, but as the waiter left with our cleared dishes, a rando, wino-looking, elderly man came up to the bushes by our table and said to me, “You look sad.”
First of all, I think: NO - and who ARE you? Thinking secondly, *** go away.
I didn’t know what to say - but he put the kibosh to lingering. I started having an “eye-contact-only” conversation with Leong. Are we about done here - do you have your phone and purse - shall we go?
Leong and I stand, in unison, pushing our chairs back with our legs, gathering our shopping bags and belongings in fluid motions long-perfected at mall food-courts.
“We have to go,” I say, with a half-smile and goodbye nod to the man, “have a nice day.”
He watches us go for a moment and we surreptitiously watch him watch us go. Charles, our escort, who was at another table, fell in, a short distance behind us.
Maybe the guy was just being friendly but you can’t underestimate CrAzY in 2022
May 19, 2022
May 19, 2022 at 8:31 AM UTC
She is so beautiful, her bold brunette hair.
She is stronger than a bear.
She is as funny as a person tripping.
She will be a famous person on a magazine clipping.
One day i will marry her and have some babies.
We will have a family dog with no rabies.
Her brown eyes remind me of a chocolaty ice cream cone.
I cant stand being away from her, all alone.
For some odd reason she is self conscious.
But in reality she is a goddess.
Her name is ******
And I love her<3
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 2:06 AM UTC
eventually,
i will eagerly experience
all your fifty-four flavours
but in this moment
i'm only in the mood
for neapolitan
every inch of surface
melting with the graze
of my tantalized tongue
guided by the tempting taste
of your vanilla-scented skin
i candidly drizzle
chocolaty syrup
onto your milky mounds
before i suckle the center
and tease the cherry ****
tenderly between my teeth
but i'm in the highest hopes
for the strawberry flavors
especially after the fruit
has been sufficiently savored
by your luscious lips
(both pairs of them)
and covered copiously
in carnally-compelled cream
finger-whipped
by a duo of digits
or maybe three
until you sensually scream
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 6:03 AM UTC
If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
To the warmth of your breath on my neck,
The sight of your body entangled with mine,
The taste of your lips on my cheek,
The touch of your fingers on my skin,
And the sound of your heart beating with mine.
I wish for the way you look at me,
Your eyes so chocolaty brown,
I wish for the way you kiss me,
Your lips giving me love, and letting it be known.
I desire for the way you make me so happy,
And the ways you show me you care.
I hope for the way you will say “I love you”,
And the way you’re always there.
(s.w.)
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 4:16 PM UTC
I'm glad we made the uniting
Life without it unexciting
I love you so much
Almost like a crutch
Chocolaty cup filled
With peanut buttery goodness
What a dream
But wait there's more
The first has a partner
Another sweet addition
You can have it
On one condition
Let's be like Reeses
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 12:42 AM UTC
I am
gently munching
fine European chocolate
of a milk-coconut flavour:
I am feeling
the texture of coconut flakes
on my tongue and teeth,
I am tasting
the sweet milky chocolaty flavour
of the brown soft chocolate.
I am
Chocolate-Happy.
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 8:40 AM UTC
*There’s a kind of beauty that’s purified and distilled
To fit squarely in the most rarefied
Of circles, given form and molded
Into an image of awe worth being storied.
Fleshed out, pieced delicately
Sculpted exquisitely and a sunny
Complexion mixed with a chocolaty
Hue splashed, oozing acute aristocracy.
Ingrid embodies this angelic likeness
That’s pure and unblemished, spotless
Inspiring reverence and a tendency to impress.
Demure she is her heart ensconced in a fortress.
Her smile lights the heavens aglow
Her demeanor barely spotting a flaw.*
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 7:46 AM UTC
Let me tell y’all something
My blackness…
mhm MY blackness
whew chilleee when i tell y’all MY BLACK - NESS
that **** is MAGICAL
y'all heard me?
MA - GI - CAL
do yall see my skin?
The color? the undertones? it’s glowing huh?
this melanin i can guarantee you it aint nothing to play with
and definitely not something to slander
this **** is beautiful
I promise you my blackness is no lie
my blackness isn't what these people are portraying it to be
my blackness is not the poverty you see on tvs
it is not the violence they show you on the media
my blackness is not loud
not ghetto
not ratchet
not ill-mannered
and definitely not what
my blackness is forgiving but un forgetful
my blackness is what makes my skin so tough
its the reason I'm not here running around crying about these lil white kids calling me porch monkey, ****** ni**er
y'all heard that? NI**ER
NI-ER
if I got to hear it y'all going to hear it too
NI**ER
speaks volumes huh
that word holds weight dont it
y'all see my hair
yea it may be in some braids right now but BA- BIEE
my hair is a crown that sits on my head
these naps that you tryna slander are actually alluring, irresistible kinks coils and curls
they defy the force of gravity and reach towards the gods and my ancestors that blessed me with this big beautiful hair and chocolaty skin that you yourself couldn't obtain on your death bed
My mouth the one you tryna call loud is me and the strength of a thousand voices fighting the system that was never broken but built in a way to shatter the souls of what
lets keep it going aight
finish the sentence my blackness is….
….
did y'all hear that?
our blackness is luxurious, victorious definitely not notorious, uplifting, persisting, y'all know this one forgiving but un forgetting, natural, masterful our **** is far from artificial, untamed, unashamed, worthy of all acclaim, raw, outlawed, in desperate need of equality before the law, we’re fighting we’re tired help us out y'all
give us this equality
y'all walking around not worrying about a **** thing
but you ever grew up in a system that was built to put you and your whole family behind metaphorical bars
your mom never told you to listen to the police regardless of the situation
not because they are of authority but because the people hired to protect our communities are trigger happy cops that want to see us dead
because of my blackness with the way things are I have to raise my son in a manner
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 12:11 AM UTC
See. It's that smile of yours.
******* smile.
It's all it takes for my shattered heart
To collide and rebuild it's self
Piece by piece
Painted red
Hot and Alive
You take me places
To lands of greatness
See, I ******* despise you,
You give me hope
That burns me
I begin to wonder and dream
I see,
The blindness fades as the curtains rise
I hide behind the sunlight
I look into the moonlight
My curls fall around my shoulders
As you quietly count the round spirals
It's unbelievable
What your eyes can do
You strip me
With your eyes
Quietly and slowly
Afraid of my reaction to your touch
You whisper the words I yearn to hear
As you stare into my eyes
At that moment
I feel
Connected
To you
I experience your heartache as I
Heal your wounds
I dance to your laughter
As you sing
Your vibrant tunes
I touch the inside of your heart as you touch the inside of mine
And at that moment, we are invincible
We create force
With emotion
So deep so strong
So beautiful
Your bushy eyebrows, your boyish smile
Drawing the most beautiful dimples
Chocolaty brown,
Your eyes are Chocolaty brown
I can study your face for hours and hours
I can write a thousand words
But, it'll never be enogh
I'm sure there'll be a thousand more to come
Apr 19, 2012
Apr 19, 2012 at 3:34 AM UTC
The night seems delicious,
Glazed with chocolaty darkness
Embellish with starry star
Resonance of laughter
Vibrations of delirium
Scent of seduction
Intoxication filling up
Enthusiasm circulating around
Quintessential it truly is
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 2:42 AM UTC
Honey, your perfect...
Eyes dark and perfectly brown, though brown is a basic word.
Your eyes are a whirl,
of golden dreams and chocolaty sweets.
Takes away my breath, when our eyes finally meet.
They say yours are bland, with no future or life plans,
but babe, I see right through that.
Thoughtful, intelligence. You cast a deep warning glance.
I knew you'd hear
Eyes deep, glowing, a golden night sky.
Wisdom older than your age. Darling can't you see?
Step out of your cage!
Your perfect. Eyes will glisten, all heads will turn to listen, when my brown eyed babe, takes to stage.
Show them who you are, calm in a world of rage...
This is to you, my brown eyed babe.
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 8:07 PM UTC
Our love is beautiful like a natural disaster, the damage is done but we always recover
Much more aware and a little bit stronger
Our tragedies have become my securities,
Distant memories to remind me of the golden days
Mount Everest we've already conquered this
Together im on top of the world
Baby you'll always be my number one girl
Understand, **** happens when you cook bacon naked
We can relate to this, baby what we got is like a gift
Our love is a flower growing by the hour
Our **** dont stink, it smells like roses
Just kidding, I wish
Ignorance is bliss
Now my wish our happiness
Forever is long but your beauty goes for an eternity
Melt in my mouth sweet, and chocolaty
The creature i choose to feature in all of my dreams
The angel that brings light to my eyes everyday
Our love is like magic full of dexterity
The charisma to work on it and the will to succeed
Now join me in my rocketship , lets leave this place in flames
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
Walked passed the Patisserie today
My mind deep in thought,
Lo! They came in wafting
Clearly my nose they sought
I inhaled the sweet intoxication
Of fresh baked bread & pie
My destination was different
But my senses were on high
I stole a look at the counter,
the flaky pastry and the chocolaty eclair
A flood rose in my mouth
It was only but fair!
The delicious lemon ****
and the warm meringue pie
Desires in my heart and soul
That i just couldn't deny
So i paid my dues to the Devil
Settled for hot chocolate and sugar drizzled cinnamon roll
Destination be ******
I had just achieved my goal!
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 1:05 PM UTC
Sometimes—when it’s raining and when
the sun is barely peeking through
cumulonimbus clouds, the atmosphere feels right
and wrong at the same time.
it’s inexplicably comforting,
but ******* awful.
And I listen to popular songs from the 90’s—
British artists with sappy lyrics about a lost love, occasionally
of a growing love, and dreams of new beginnings.
they’re totally corny, but I like them.
I guess.
Maybe, I’m just being delusional-
hoping for you to fly back to me, or
perhaps descend from the rain clouds and
land in front of me, forgiving me.
I told you that I was done.
Regret ran through my veins instantaneously.
I told you that I loved you though, my chest felt
empty and cold where my heart used to be.
Monday, everything seemed perfect.
You looked at me with those chocolaty
brown eyes. And my soul latched onto yours
connecting on unimaginable levels of actualization
described by the lyrics of those 90’s love songs.
I’m lying awake right now,
it’s been a long day—things are starting to
fade along with daylight.
Things?
Things that made me love you that way I did.
Suddenly, the skies are as dark as they are
going to get for the night. The cold in my chest
drops temperature, the emptiness is subdued by
my restlessness and late night thoughts.
I just want to sleep tonight.
Sorry again for today, by the way.
I sound passive because I don’t know what
to do at this point and I’m thoughtlessly
writing about you every few minutes to
figure out how I’m going to make this up to you.
But for right now, I’ve lost you again.
Yesterday, I begged for you.
I knew I’d been childish—you were just done
I wasn’t sure how we even got to that point
Again, but I knew it wasn’t going to end well.
Again.
Because at the time,
I was done too.
Only if I’d not been such a ***** that day last week,
Perhaps we’d be on better terms.
Happy even?
I think so.
I would say so.
Until now, I had not given much thought
To how much I needed your love.
To me, it’s the best thing I’ve ever had.
You were the best thing.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 12:36 AM UTC
compulsively drip and run
down my fingers and into my mouth
someone please
count my fingers
and toes
lord knows, one may
be missing
if they are covered in chocolaty
brown gold
chocoholic, is my Hall of fame
covered in chocolate is my
sugar brown dream
Sep 30, 2024
Sep 30, 2024 at 12:59 PM UTC
Chocolaty men with sandwich sized lips
Wynton Marsalis playing, swinging, and
moving his hips
Singing Christmas carols in Italy to
large crowds
Getting together with friends to
debate aloud
Going to church to praise and sing
When I go away to do my own thing
Thoughts of true love and romance
The few times I let loose and dance
Long distance calls from abroad
When I run into someone who believes in me
despite my flaws
Just the thought of being kissed tenderly
on my lips
My heart is skipping right now as I write
My eyes are beginning to mist
I have to stop
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 5:39 PM UTC
I lay (in) fort
puffed plumpy pillows
under sheen of silk slopes
up to touch you.
We lay (in) fort
slowly touching lips brushing
fluffy puffy clouds crunching
between teeth munching.
You lay (in) fort
sipping frothy velvety chocolaty
drips between throat licking
love making.
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
just sitting in the kitchen
talking and joking
laughing with you
joking with your dad
baking something we just came up with we called
stuff, coated with chocolaty stuff, with other stuff in side it
that was some yummy stuff
simply because we thought it'd be fun
riding bikes because I **** at doing so
so instead of teaching me
we just biked better
The stuff that we do on Saturday afternoon couldn't be better
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 9:24 AM UTC