The only way to eat it

The hard round shapes

Are broken by the blow of white incisors.

Their softer centers seeping onto wet flesh,

The saliva springs from hidden founts like floods

Called to meet the thick sweet syrup in its droplets,

Which gather into a sea like longing.

The sloshing basin overflows and oozes over parted lips.

A pinkish tongue dips into pools of brown,

Slow circling in a darkened mouth.

The twinned muscles meet and touch and lick

Wrapping round and round.

A soft caress of lips on lips.

“This is the only way to eat chocolate.”