Perhaps, tonight, in nightmares, I will hear a chocolate waltz;
And chocolate dancers swirling by
With chocolate grins, on chocolate highs,
Will dance me to a corner as into my mouth they force
A bar or two of chocolate pure,
Or maybe they will simply lure
Me into bed with chocolate eyes and take my chocolate sauce.
Maybe tonight, through blurry sight, bright angels will descend,
Performing scenes from chocolate dreams,
With chocolate sets and chocolate themes,
And chocolate scores crescendoing to salivate the end.
The chocolate lust I suffer now
Will never let me sleep, somehow,
And dreams like this don't help: on chocolate angels I depend.
The chocolate fix I miss so much is but three weeks away.
My fridge is chocolate city still
As slowly melts my chocolate will,
Until I smell a chocolate hell each hour of every day.
I'm counting now to chocolate time,
The chocolate feast, the buzz sublime,
The smooth and silky chocolate touch I miss too much to say.