White Chocolate

This world; Once so white and pure Looks like dark coffee, and tastes like sweet Brown, Cocoa. And it is strangely desirable. By all. Its sweet taste; so passive, Yet so hard to refuse. It’s such an intriguing and strange, Diluted paranoia. Snow flakes fall to warm tongues, just as this world does Fall to open gaping mouths. I too, am attracted, to its fine grain. But I want this world in so different away. Before anymore is melted down.To skip that sweet brown honey, that flows smoothly down raw throats, and eat the comb. Ruff. And strong. And pure. Come with me. Let’s suck the water from this potentially potent worldand cover this white rose, in pure,white chocolate. In pure, white chocolate.