Hovering fingers above delectable chocolate

Choosing the one that will serve my palate

Devouring it whole; there is no etiquette

Tantalising liquid centre, bleeding like a zit

Mouth empty, I choose my next one

Index finger pointed, like a handgun

The binge has only just begun

I’ll ravage them ‘til the midnight sun

The habit I’ll return to many, many times

I’m spoilt for choice: there are numerous kinds!

Dear soul, please read between the lines

Your lives are forever in my hands