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Sunday, October 10, 2010

Chocolate

Chocolates have always given me food orgasm. Forgive the term, but there’s just something so sexy and primal about eating chocolates. There’s this special moment when this bar, this piece of chocolate passes through your lips and you close your eyes as it melts in your mouth and you say to your self, “so luscious, so yummy, so sinfully good”. And when that’s not enough you lick those little extra chocolates in your fingers. Isn’t that a taste of heaven right there? Like I said, orgasmic.

Sigh.

I wonder why I suddenly thought of chocolates tonight. Recently, I’ve associated chocolates with a person I’m closed with. Like chocolates, he’s dark, I don’t pertain to skin tone, but his personality and disposition is really, really dark. He’s tempting. He’s someone you’d want to be with, but, you won’t choose to be with him. He’s also sweet. I remember this chaste kiss he sort of, whispered, on my head. It was so unlike him, so alien, so… sweet, albeit sometimes, bittersweet and such is the sentiment. But indulgence in chocolates, no matter how delectable, is just not healthy.

I’m thinking Couverture or dark chocolates, strawberries, vanilla ice cream and a shot of rhum. Chocolate man, you just made me ache.

Chocolate-starved.

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