Chocolat

A Touch, the Taste, the Frenzy.

A smile brought upon,

It's all light and breezy,

A sense of comfort,

Being satiated by it, has no dearth.



Devoured, Loved, Relished,

The guilt followed stands like a poor blemish.

Immediate - a transcient detachment.

The guilt playing wonders,

Controlling the senses,

To stay far away.



A stealthy look again is all it takes,

For the guilt to be eroded and stray,

Cho-Ko-Laat wins the fray.



Camouflaged and distanced by the wrapper,

Torn away.

A calculated bite.

It makes its way and trickles down the throat.



It stays eminent,

Lures with it's aromatic scent.

An elevated trivia,

Composure now an iota next to the welcomed hysteria.