A Taste

A taste of chocolate
Is what I am to him...
Dark introduction
To warm, creamy sin.
Sweet exotic taboo
Makes his mother mad
Spiciest delicacy
He's ever had.
And I like it...
Because I drive him wild
And though it's wrong to admit,
It often makes me smile
The way he's so open
I mean, the man is so far gone
He goes into shock
When his cocoa's not home
So I promise to stay close
And to never stray.
Yet when I get up to leave,
He begs me to stay.
He says I am his addiction, his affliction, his muse.
He suffers from loneliness, panic, and the blues
When my body is farther than his arms can reach...
And I know he means every word he speaks.
His lips never betray,
Whether pressed against mine
Or whispering sweet words.
I receive truth every time.

And truth be told,

this is no one-sided tilt

Because I, too, prefer

my coffee with milk.

Cafe au lait.

I like my chocolate cookie with cream.

He and I, when entangled,

are like an Oreo dream.

Entwined, love-combined,

I am him, he is I

Dark vanilla bean

In a white chocolate sky.

Reviews

[paradoxical]

I really, really like this. I don't think you could have chosen better metaphors, and the ending is especially nice. This is great. Thank you for posting this.

[Keeley]

a very smooth flow to it. i like it!

[Poeticpiers]

beautifully stated Skin colour is of no real importance Love can cross all bpoundaries and defy all taboos

This piece flowed smmothly for me