Digestive Milk-Chocolate | 2010
It starts with something simple.
The way I carefully steal you away from your wrapper
gently uncovering you
slowly bringing you nearer to these lips of mine your eyes stay fixated at
and letting your chocolate flavor
patiently dissolve on my tongue
as I take a deep breath, and savor the sweet juices that flood my mouth
wiping away the excess that has irrefutably
become the very fabric I clothe my bare chest with.
The fragrance of it
manifests itself as a type of territory-marking
saying “I’m yours”
and in extreme silence,
awaiting the echoes of a forgotten “you’re mine”.
The sort of satisfaction only you can feel
in knowing that you were the reason
behind this kind of smile that cannot but emerge slyly
when I know that somehow, the torture goes both ways.
And with that in mind,
the harder and harder you get as you reach the back of my throat
I’m resisting the urge to really taste you further
and swallow you whole
in the midst of which I become entrapped in a whirlwind of pleasure
spinning out of control
so much so, that I close my eyes
and with the same simplicity that started all this mayhem
take a bite.