Blog Dis
The Chocolatier
2026-01-26
Darkness falls on tongues.
Aromas waffle through walls
soaking nostrils.
Drenched, subtle, perversely decadent,
the miraculous Aztec elixir.
Hail to watering mouths.
Sublimely medicinal.
Resistance is disease.
Melting fingertips.
Decisions. Guilt. Not at all.
His clipped, staccato speech was apropos.
The proprietor:
"70% purity is good. We only sell the best".
“Mmm,” I said. “Do you eat some regularly?
"Stupid question. Every day. Made from scratch".
Matter of fact.
Dark. Darker. Darkest.
Gold foil is God's protector.
Angels live below the clouds.
Oh, what the Hell.
I'll take that one. And those for later.
I just need a little something to tide me over.
Seems I'm feeling a tad blue today.
It's close to suppertime, you know.
COPYRIGHT © Patricia K McCarthy
Aromas waffle through walls
soaking nostrils.
Drenched, subtle, perversely decadent,
the miraculous Aztec elixir.
Hail to watering mouths.
Sublimely medicinal.
Resistance is disease.
Melting fingertips.
Decisions. Guilt. Not at all.
His clipped, staccato speech was apropos.
The proprietor:
"70% purity is good. We only sell the best".
“Mmm,” I said. “Do you eat some regularly?
"Stupid question. Every day. Made from scratch".
Matter of fact.
Dark. Darker. Darkest.
Gold foil is God's protector.
Angels live below the clouds.
Oh, what the Hell.
I'll take that one. And those for later.
I just need a little something to tide me over.
Seems I'm feeling a tad blue today.
It's close to suppertime, you know.
COPYRIGHT © Patricia K McCarthy
