Nothing Can Compare

(To A Love So Rare)

 How I envy the ripe sweet fruit that caresses your tender lips. As you take a soft bite and the juices flow into the recesses of your velvet mouth, the joy of delight is shown in your eyes. The passion is almost too much for me to fathom. When I imagine the lust of your strong cravings, I am left wanting.  

Then you choose another round, plump, luminous red strawberry, but it is only an instrument for the sharing of your genuine vice. Slowly you dip it into the hot creamy substance that renders you a slave to its temptations. You move the berry to your smiling face that glows with anticipation, and it drips a little morsel of its clinging essence.  In mid-flight you catch it on the tip of your slender finger, and without hesitation, you consume its divine sweetness. 

This is a perfected art of splendor that is repeated until you can bear no more. The ecstasy is too much. Your breathing is heavy and your beautiful eyes are closed in completed satisfaction. Your body is willing, you to store the memory of this uncontrollable desire. Your fire continues to burn deep, melted with the oozing brown sugar that is nature’s aphrodisiac.  

It is no use trying to capture your affections.  I now know that I could never compare to the deep enticement of your dreams.  There is another in your life.  You have surrendered your true love to the convictions of your heart, this thing known as sensuous confections.  You will not deny yourself anything less than a taste for the zest of this unyielding obsession.  

Go ahead call out the name.  I’ve have heard YOU ADORING SCREAM with crazed infatuation…………

Chocolate, Chocolate, oh give me more - Chocolate!!!!

                                                                                                                   J.H.