For Chocolate Lovers

I have sampled

a divine

cultural plethora

of flavors

a continental cuisine

aging my palate



But still

after many affairs

I have an acquired sweet tooth

to a particular native sugar

A suck-u –lant chocolate

derived from the origins of Africa

and perfected in the new world



Years have past

I never imagined that

My mouth would still water

every time I come in contact

with the sugary brown 10 to 12 inches of

ebony beauty


Whether pure and dark or

milky and creamy

just the sight of that smooth coca

mixed with

girth and length

tempts my tongue

and teases my lips


And before the count of three

I am on my knees

swallowing that dulcet concoction

swishing it around from cheek to cheek

Making sure to indulged in each inch

as it swells and expands

Hard and filling

the thickness of honey and molasses

wrapped around my tongue

tapping my oval sensory

romancing my throat


I was made

to orally fixate

that dark rum

To

continually

aggressively

consume it

until it cums