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
