I’ve had my misgivings about chocolate 

Dripping over my clothes, my lips, 

The tips

Of my fingers

It is almost infuriating to clean up the mess it can make

But wait

Till you make it into a hot, liquid drink

Just think:

Thick and bittersweet, 

Or thin and runny, 

Down the throat

I lose my thoughts as I swim

In a delicious pool of liquid gold

Banishing the cold

How comforting to a frozen heart

What is love without a touch of madness? 

What is life without chocolate?