Chocolat

The temptation of wanting
you always existed, the
earth color of you against the
paleness of my ocean’s whitecaps.
I never thought about the
taste of Carmel until the
sun glistened off your skin.
Your soft curves taunted and
weaved their threads around me.
My lust for you was always
hiding behind the bars of innocence.


Tentez moi au dela imagination.