Dripping over my clothes, my lips,
Of my fingers
It is almost infuriating to clean up the mess it can make
Till you make it into a hot, liquid drink
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?