Sweet, Hot, Decadent
it goes straigh to my head.
Delicious, Smooth, Creamy.
So sinful but so tempting
better than hazelnut liquor
sweeter than freshly whipped cream
dark and indulging.
Wicked in its allure.
Its relentless calling
breaking through my shields,
melting my resolve
like ice cream on warm pecan pie.
I have to have my hot chocolate.
So i do ^.^
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem