Thy chocolate,
The one so sweet,
The one so creamy,
The one that melts in my mouth.
Gives me warmth,
Gives me that calm feeling,
How it takes over me,
How it goes inside of me.
Thats on me,
Thats in me,
That touches my lips,
That reaches my heart.
It's not an obsession,
Neither it is addictive,
It's a sign of my love,
The kind that makes me feel... Alive.
From its touch,
From its smell,
From its feel,
To its original scent.
That lingers in my inners,
The chocolate that has no real name,
The one I take,
Shall never be the same.
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