Naturally, I just had to post this [10 min quick write]:
It taunts me. Begs me to take a bite. Wills me to ruin its perfect layer. Milk chocolate in just the right shade of brown. Not too dark, not too light. Like a well crafted Prismacolor colored pencil. The clock ticks, each second becoming more and more unbearable. I settle for touching it. It is smooth. So much like a baby's skin. A savory cube with two small bumps on the top, like a camel's hump. I bring myself closer. What's inside the velvety layer? I dare myself to find out; I want it so badly, the need for chocolate overwhelming all other senses. I finally comply. Crunch. Oh, what on Earth can compare with this feeling? The chocolate melts in my mouth immediately, paving the way for a softer chocolate inside. My mind wanders to a time where I ate s'mores around a campfire. And that smell. Excruciatingly intoxicating. The choclate is so much like a drug, the savory aroma of milk and sugar that seeps into my senses, leaving a tingly feeling behind. The taste, so much like a sense of heaven, with a nostalgic feeling. On the inside, a light coffee color, as soft as a pillow, but firm and strong. I thank thee, Athos, Pathos, and Aramis.
My favorite candy bar for a while, chocolate in chocolate. None of that creamy caramel that gets stuck in my tooth. Plain good old chocolate.
The only thing I can't resist is temptation.
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