Chocolate (Hot)


Classic hot chocolate
On windy autumn days.
It’s almost like
Watching me melt over you
Like the marshmallows melting under
The heat.

Drink of the gods,
Call it my nectar.
And thoughts of you will serve as ambrosia
When I need a little more than honey
To heal my wounds.

Chocolate (Hot)

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