dolorous interludes.

Christmas is a season for chocolates.
A box of chocolates- we never know what we'r gonna get.
I used to like dark chocolate; fancied it so
much i would crave for it night and day.
Dark chocolate made me extremely happy-
ecstatic.
It tastes exquisite; it needs to be acquired.
i loved the taste of it on the keen edges of my mastery
tool; it seemed that dark chocolate was made entirely for
my buds.

Today, I prefer milk chocolate.
Dark chocolates are bittersweet; you could
end up extremely dissatisfied, mind you.
Its the sort of bitterness that stings and stays,
and though the sweetness may linger at certain moments and
at various points in time,
the bitterness soon erodes any
sort of sensual enjoyment of such an
exquisite item that would allure one for
the first time.

Milk or Dark,
I guess i could do with both:
Perhaps drinking vodka sprite with a cube of dark
chocolate will annull its bitter roots.
Milk Chocolate is still the safest choice though-
it's like being a supporter in a game of tennis, of whom your
choice of player is Ferrero.
Time out? Nah. he'd have a bar of Toggi to work the
adrenaline up.

Milk or Dark,
I dont quite mind.
Im not an extremely fussy nor fastidious person;
just no caramel nor orange coffee toffee tasting
mudflows in there,
please if you may.

posted by voyeur @ 12/05/2003 12:29:00 PM