Chocolate Delight

I handle my love
with kid gloves,
divert him, as I
lust over
his chocolate kisses,
allowing full exploration
of my bronze hills and curves.

Aha, my love,
I learned from Clarabel
in childhood
how to tease you,
act the larrikin
(some would say fool),
then steal your candy,

leaving you to sigh over
empted kisses wrappers
flung into the fire,
their silver ashes taunting,
and their sweet chocolate aroma
scattered, like me, into the night.

Pris Campbell
(c)2/17/2002

Music: Harugakita
Art: Title Unknown, by Chasseriau

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