Week five

[dsrmousey]

Melting flavors of sugar
Butter and cacao swirling together
Sliding down my throat,
In the warmth of my mouth,
As I reach, blindly
For another to find the bag empty.
The disappointment begins.
Along with the guilt of
Eating the whole thing.
Tomorrow will find me
Cash in hand,
Buying more to satisfy the craving.
I, am an addict
I must have a taste of my
sweetest weakness.
Chocolate.