Wednesday, 3 July 2013

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