Rich Dark Chocolate

The way you purse your lips 
when you are melting chocolate in your mouth:
it stays with me forever.

Now, my endorphin rush always reminds me of your eyebrows,
tugging hopelessly against your eyelashes,
effortlessly pressed together in pleasure;
blocking out the world for sweetness sucked.

The slight and quizzical turn of your head.

The little sound of your painted fingers
folding the squeaky wrapper.