An Evening of Pleasure

Late in the evening as I sat by the hearth , Deep within me grew a fastidious thirst. It filled me until I could stand it no more At a run my slipper clad feet hit the floor With less of a shuffle and more of a sprint I raced to her as my nose caught a hint A hint of ambrosial perfume; Exquisite aroma invaded the room. All hesitation fled my movement As from her resting place I seized the scent. With sudden saccharine sweetness my lips were dressed In a selfish manner its earthy warmth caressed, “More marshmallows, pumpkin?” was my mother’s query With a foam rimmed smile, I nodded in a hurry What better way, Is there to end the day, Than hot chocolate at midnight?