22 February 2013
So smooth the wrapper that holds it,
Cold in my hands as I hold,
Ready the hunger inside me is lit,
Under the layers it's shamelessly bold,
My hands wonder to it's top,
Pure divine awaits,
Too late to think or stop,
I don't hesitate nor debate,
Only seconds before it meets it's doom,
Under my fingers within this room,
Settled in my mouth, the dairy milk serves a treat.
A Treat • Opuss № I