Eyes gaze lovingly
At purple clad delight,
Tongue moistens lips in readiness,
Teeth long to take a bite.
Fingers fumble with the foil
Of loveliness portrayed,
Then, desperately, rip cover off,
No more to be waylaid.
Unclothed in all its splendour,
Just asking to be taken,
Velvet touch and sinful taste,
Now all senses shall awaken.
The look of such, the smell, the taste!
Wrinkled foil discard,
Endorphins surging through my core,
Melting softness from the hard.
With pot of tea, this illicit lust
Is wanton-filled with pleasure.
It is not sex, it’s chocolate
But who cares? They’re both a treasure.