Decadence.
Of all the things
"D" could be
culturally or morally
I think instinctively
of gooey, moist,
mouth-watering, delicate
chocolate, gliding down
a sophisticated palate.
Warm or cold,
this confectionary
gives me pleasure
be it silky smooth,
lumped with fruit,
or crumbled nuts.
Its sweetmeat
is delectable to
my thirty-two teeth,
implants included.
And let me add,
I have no bias.
It can be light or dark,
ruby red or German sweet.
In summation, let me say,
the world will be my oyster
as long as it is covered
in heavenly chocolate.
