Chocolate

The Rose
February 6, 2013
Dark Days
February 15, 2013

Chocolate

The box of temptation lay open on the tray
Dark shiny little baby bricks, in their little beds.
The rich aroma wafting, urging me astray,
Like a magnet the chocolates and I, together lay.
My teeth sank through crisp coat, then into centre soft,
Oh what joy, one after another, until my shoulders ached.
Nothing that has ever been, roasted boiled or baked,
Were as fine as those divine tasty, little chocolate bricks.