The moment I say chocolate.
Immediately,
You are going to envision color.
And not taste.
You are going to anticipate a deliciousness,
From your mind that will not escape.
Your mouth will water and you will begin to drool.
The moment I say chocolate.
That is what you will do.
And I may not be referring to my nakedness,
Or sex with you at all.
I may be implying a preference.
To lick the remaining remnants of a batter mixed,
From a bowl for a cake being prepared to bake.
The moment I say chocolate
You lower your eyes,
Then teasingly walk away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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