Sinful indulgence

That moment of indulgence

Forget I shall never

The mere thought of it

Shall stay with me forever



That passion that delight

Makes my throat burn

That desire, that feeling

For more I still yearn



Everything about it

Was ever so appealing

I start hyper-ventilating

As I remember that feeling



The scent, the looks

The touch on my lips

Then I was smothered by

Tongue then finger tips



Then my lover went down

For it was a must

But over too soon that

Sinful experience of lust



That kick, the feel

Again I hope to get

I can’t wait for another affair

With my Bournville dark chocolate