BLUE CHOCOLATE

The sun a dream whisper
fading into a mist of still air,
she comes with a love like blue chocolate.

She is sad and beautiful,
like trees in autumn,
a touch of melancholy twilight.

Deep in the garden of need,
lick the diamond lather
from smooth goddess flesh.

The taste like blue chocolate,
sticky, sweet, warm and wet,
melting in my heart.

The fluff and juice,
delicious and delerious
in bare moments of infinite sensuality.

Who could resist the urge
to worship at her raw meat
with a loving tongue?

And beneath a smiling tear
that will not wipe away,
she smolders with
the lust of blue chocolate.

November 29, 1999