Take the finest silk in your possession.

Run your fingers over the creamy texture, the flawless piece of fabric.

Wait for cumulonimbus clouds to gather themselves in the heavens and watch them thicken to soak the earth. Pull on your rubber boots and lather them in petrichor, humidity, and mud. Smooth and thick, the color of oak bark. Bend down to drag a curious pinky through the mysterious liquid. When you draw it out, you watch globs spill onto your palm.

Wash your hands, your boots, and continue on your stroll; soon you will reach the candy shop. Pluck the sweetest little treat from the shelves of sugary creations, and let the delightful taste of honey melt onto the bumps of your tongue.

Silk, creamy and flawless.

Mud, smooth and thick.

Candy, sweet and sugary.

By the Ivory Coast, forests of perfumed trees sprout from the ground.

Pick their fruit and grind it thin as sand.

Add just the right amount of milk, fresh vanilla, and cane sugar.

Place it between your excited lips to experience

Silk, creamy and flawless.

Mud, smooth and thick.

Candy, sweet and sugary.

A dream humans named chocolate.