The Fondue
Decadent, thus tempting
It oozes, like a river
It flows, yet viscous
It’s thick, and rich, and gooey...
So inviting!
How can one resist?
She touched it! Oh no!
Poked it ever so gently
Quickly!
It swallowed her finger
Oh poor girl, oh miserable waif
Now she’s lost
Under its spell
Under its control
She put her finger to her lips
Divine!
Nirvana!
She fell to the abyss
The abyss of delight
The evil den of satisfaction
The wasteland of desire
She’s lost
Yet she’s smiling
She’s beyond salvage
Yet she looks happy
She satiated her cravings
For chocolate
Decadent, evil chocolate
05-16-2015
© Vic A Evora...
(2015)
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