Chocolate Divine

you remind me of dark chocolate, 95%.
that real grade. made with pure cocoa
and a taste the tastebuds wouldn’t believe.

you have that taste laced with
Crème filling pre-filled for those
'eat to your fill’ moments.

smooth, churned to perfection
allowing my milk to melt over the base,
igniting flavors meant to compliment the taste.

That chocolate coats face
for hours at a time….causing sweet tooth
to suffer from too much sugar packed in
so little time.

you got that….mocha divine.
that full access pass to sample topless tapas
and make love between mounds of joy
rubbing cock’s mess into cacao’s nest.

mmm..i digress..

let me profess a little more
‘cause I don’t think you heard me before…

((baby))


I got a jones for a piece of you
sprinkled on me, then basted as a thick glaze
succulent sweet and invading every portal
feeding needs with…a cocky fix.


chocolate….
you remind me of that dark chocolate, 95%.

[[the Other 5?]]

pure decadence.


damn baby……

Roses Into Rosebuds

Roses turn into rosebuds moving like
The sea breathing scents I miss.
Brushing my senses flawlessly to make perfect
Seem like a flaw.
Can’t describe the awe as inspiring, just something I need.

A perception perceived with accurate precision.
I fall inside, never looking up.
I fall outside, never peering in.
Because truthfully, I don’t care what happens.
As long as the happening begins..
And then,
We fall. In some sort of love.

And I say,
I love you.
And you say,
I want you.

The feeling just permeates, without negation.
Without….the sensation of loss.
I criminalized this feeling only so far as
I became my own judge, jury, and prison.
Inside. The wanting.

Roses turn into rosebuds moving like
The essence raging freely into my
Tumultuous emotional tributaries.
Flogging me into submission, making me think
Submission is good…needed…
So the crave can be – heeded to.

And I can’t deny,
I love you.
I want you.
And you say,

Nothing.