You cleaned our room,
made the bed, lit
some pretty candles,
rented my favorite movie,
~~Chocola't~~
and we watched
together in bed.
You know that Johnny Depp
is my fantasy man, and
we watched the owner
of the patisserie
try to guess his
favorite chocolate.
He would mouth each
sensuous morsel and say,
"Very good...but it's still
not my favorite!"
You waited until the
love scene between them,
said, "Keep watching, baby.
I am going to show you
what my favorite is"~
And I watched Johnny kiss her
as I felt your lips on my skin,
and though it may sound cliche'
since we're talking about chocolate,
there's no other way to describe
what happened next under the
intense heat of your love: