In gentle repose, hidden from prying eyes

I calm my conscience ~ knowing

we are truly concealed from view.

With sensual fingers, I take and squeeze,

not once as some ladies might indulge

but twice, thrice and yet once more.

A furtive look over my shoulder tells me

that our secret rendezvous is ours alone, as

anticipation hightens for our private moment.

Pulsating, my hand reaches out to begin

the slow, circling motion, which blends, time

after time ~ releasing your familiar aroma

that, oohhh so decadent scent like no other.

Within both hands, I raise you to my lips

and savour the flavour of my late night crave for

Hot Chocolate ~ with ~ melting marshmallows.



(c) ZYDHA HART 2007