Hot Chocolate
By Mary B
Published 14 September 2015
White, milk, and dark,
So many options,
Yet all so good,
I cannot choose.
I finally order
An expensive hot chocolate:
Patiently waiting,
It finally arrives.
Grabbing a spoon,
I scoop up a large amount of froth,
pushing it through my teeth,
I smile.
The chocolate takes effect,
Warming my body,
Sending thrills down my spine,
I wriggle on my chair.
Glossy and smooth,
Like nothing else,
Sugary and sweet,
Flavours fill my mouth.