The drizzle of his chocolate voice into my ear was not my choice.
But his lips part, my heartbeat starts Kaleidoscoping abstract art-
Like rain on the Serengeti pounds sandcastles of confetti
Into a pulse of colored flecks...his cocoa kisses on my neck
Feel like a rainstorm's throbbing drum, within my ears, upon my tongue.
Kahlua's an intoxicant, dark chocolate's antioxidant
But leave to me my drug of choice, my only fix: his velvet voice.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment