Chocolate Mistress Of The Night

As I look sideways at my phone, my stomach grumbling, and I contemplate if there is anywhere I can go at this time of evening to procure the correct ingredients for constructing you which I would desire. No. It's late, you fool. Don't give into that. Oh cruel mistress of chocolate and sugar, why do you mock me so? Your luscious lure is upon me like the spirt calling the poor grieving soul, the pain all the more stinging as it dangles in ones face what can not be seized by ready hand. To play with the heart of one so welcoming your gentle rush of everything sweet and good is a wicked game to play indeed. I will have you soon, my pretty. I will have you soon. S.H.