What is there to want?
Yes, still the bitterness of coffee holds allure.
First a familiar bite,
Then the dryness
On the middle of the tongue.
Oh yes, still the bitterness of chocolate fascinates.
First the snap, the breaking off.
Then the melting into velvet,
Less tongue, but brain, vein.
Had I more courage, more impulse,
Less strength, less experience,
There would be a needle in my arm.
Poetry Croft 