White Chocolate Lover

White Chocolate Lover
Virginia Carraway Stark

Gently he melts against my tongue
Orchid taste gently darkening his ivory to cream
Vanilla the only thing marring the perfection
The purity of his taste
Into something of sensational beauty
tempting me to nibble yet again
and take him into my mouth
but only a small portion
more would be sacrilege
a little is all I need
When he makes the chemicals in my brain fire wildly
Each square of white chocolate
Taking three, even four bites
I enjoy each one in entirety
To do less, would be unkind to me and him
My white chocolate lover

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