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!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this one. I'd sneak in the word decadent somewhere eventually, but that's just me. Seems hot chocolate needs a few marshmallows and can be a bit decadent if it's made just right. Nice work. Thanks for sharing.