Referring to Me As "Dark Chocolate"

((I HATE when men refer to me as food.  You know...anything that is sweet and brown..(mostly dark) in color.  It's a disturbing turn-off.  Anywho, I was inspired by that/them to write this poem..))


He liked to see it melt, devouring the sight of change
from solid to soft and then to viscous liquid
His tongue would always tingle as he dipped it

It always tasted bitter at the tip of his tongue
like a dark chocolate covered almond
but he found those depths where it spread sweetness

A steamy temptation everywhere he'd want it,
The different affects of the afflictions when he licked it
unfolding its layers and satisfying his addictions
and he could never seem to leave it alone...

...and somehow he always thought it was for him....and him alone