Dark Chocolate

You always seem to me

Like dark chocolate--

Sweet, but not too...

And the Mistress of a druggy and delicious craving.

Oh,

A woman would go mad

If she tried to make a meal of you;

No, darling,

You are to be nipped in shadows or by candle light

By admirers gone slaves to their willful tongues.

I would do better

To leave you alone,

But deprivation leaves me bitchy and snappish;

Coat half on, I'm already out the door...

I need to hold your smug face in my hands--

I have to kiss you,

'Til I burn with shame

And an illicit, incredible, inexpressible

Humbling satisfaction.

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