Now close both eyes, imagine bliss,
A velvet stolen luscious kiss;
Mesmerising happiness,
Wild and willful wantonness.
What else could give you such a rush?
What makes you tingle, almost blush?
What makes you melt and gently sink,
into the depths, upto the brink?
Taste-buds tease in preparation,
Such decadence needs reparation;
Slowly, you begin to swirl,
In a tantalizing trance-like twirl.
Such utter joy, in just a bit,
of melting molten chocolate...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem