thinking of the relaxing therapy i need

sat down a while to take in the sensual loving of the warm fires
tasting the cream of the crop
the weakness I get from the weekend of summer
lasting from Monday to Friday
Saturday changes and Sunday starts the clock
but there's that piece of heaven i couldn't find
it's not in the fridge
it's not in my little stash
the windows cold of the winter days
yet the summer sun blazes and melts not just my heart but my love
the sensation of soft sweet tension
makes the skin crawl
feet crow and arms hold so tight
if only the feeling lasted longer
as the package came so small
unwrapping and foils away
you find it's the sweetest taste
if only i could find the love
the mysterious powers it holds
I never understood why I love it...
I can't get enough of it...
so warming and smooth...
soft and taste of gold...
where's it all gone...




the newsagent should have some...
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I love chocolate so much more than sex