Andrew D Robertson (March 25,1986 / Orange, California)
The swirling, twirling steam
swirled up and up and up.
My nose followed the scent
and stretched down, down, down.
I smelled two smells,
two very seperate smells mixed
together to for my favorite drink.
The smell of cocoa
filled my nostrils with lustful warmth
just as the most intoxicating hint
of a spice brushed by my nose...
A fool's smile spread across my face
and I took a sip of the most delicious
Hot Chocolate a man could want!
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