MORSEL

Your lover places a little

Chocolate chip

On the tip

Of your outstretched tongue

And you gratefully retract it.

But you don’t dare

Chew on the chocolate chip

On your tongue’s tip.

You just let the morsel

Sit there.

For five seconds.

Ten seconds.

Twenty to a steadfast heart.

Long enough for the

Chocolate

To melt in your mouth

And become part of you.

Just like your lover will be

When she gives you

A kiss far sweeter

Than chocolate.