Chocolate is my favourite substance,
Beg, or steal or buy,
I think it's better than sex,
and these are my reasons why:
Chocolate is freely available,
And here is another,
I can have chocolate anywhere,
Even in front of my mother.
I can make chocolate last forever,
Or have it fast and plain,
And there will be no performance review,
Or critique or small complain.
You can have chocolate while driving,
Rain, hail or shine,
You can even have multiple chocolates,
Having them two at a time.
There's no lingering discomfort,
No left-over hair to spit,
And chocolate isn't looking to
Ask you to commit.
You can ask anyone for chocolate,
Buy it without being arrested,
Eat it with impunity,
For with viruses you won't be infested.

A Meop.
*lights a candle* *begins snapping*
Entitled "Woot"
Chocolate.
Thou Art.
Shibby.

chocolate
it is just a food they say.
ambrosia, perhaps, but just food.
how can they say this thing, though?
just food indeed,
when it makes me feel so good.
her
she's just a girl they say
enchanting, perhaps, but just a girl.
how can they say it?
just a girl,
not when she makes me feel so great

that
its just... what is it? they ask
strange, it is, but what is it?
now i know how they say "just"
its a stae of mind
and dont you know it makes me feel so good.

Bittersweet distillation from smooth dark liquor
To crystalline shards of gritty brown and whitish bloom,
Brittle and dense with clouded surfaces,
Fragmented, shattered by delicate taps of a confectioner's hammer,
Scattered flakes, swift-passing taste
Like snow melting on my tongue,
I burn.

From shining candied towers of warmest brown
To dungeon corridors of plain darkness
This is the castle I build for you.
From dreams, all from dreams...
Like Hansel and Gretel reborn
Not in gingerbread, but chocolate.
The Ballroom fills with a sweet gentle scent
As our dancing scuffs whorls from the floor
Like skaters on praline ice, we move
Dancing, dreaming...

Up sculpted candied steps we dance -
Soft light glows warmly by a filigree bed,
Piped lace patterns of brown and tan and white
I pause -
Will our passion melt this world?

The chocolate sculpture crackles and snaps
As we lie back against sugar-dusted pillows.
Flakes of brown fall softly to settle on us,
Cover us...
Our bodies disappear in a world of sweet heaven.
The walls melt,
We melt,
Becoming one with the castle.
This chocolate realm was built from dreams,
And dreams are immortal.

Chocolate
So good to me.
Chocolate
So good for tea.
Chocolate
Its a movie to.
Chocolate
Not scooby doo.
Chocolate
Its in my hair!
Chocolate
Right over there.
Chocolate
Will you eat with me?
Chocolate
Costs a dime.
Chocolate
You have the time.
Chocolate
Good as gifts.
Chocolate
Good for kicks.
Chocolate
Anytime.
Chocolate
Its all mine.

Mexican Chocolate

Sips from the bowl, savoring the taste of each mouthful
Like basil and chili
Like honey from the desert
Like the richest broth imaginable

It is the taste of all things.
At its end, it is
molten soft cocoa, coating
the heart without compunction.
His head is knocked back,
and he reels,
punchdrunk.

Chocolate Hands

There is chocolate smeared on my hands,
Melted and sticky.
Not long ago I held a heart.
You gave it to me, showing your love,
Love we once shared.
I held it close to me and cried.
Now all I have is this,
Chocolate smeared on my hands.