Hot chocolate pleasure

I sit and stare 

at my hot chocolate

Looking at me 

with his creamy whips.

He acts all cool 

but he's hot, hot, hot,

With his marshmallow drops

And mysterious looks.

'Drink me!' He cries

I almost die.

He's heaven bent 

with angel eyes.

He's looking at me 

I'm drowning inside.

We touch at last

But then he's gone.

A fleeting moment

Of warm embrace.

A guilty pleasure

Repent at haste.

© Revdjo 2/7/13