She sits in gracious beauty...

Across from me, she sits in gracious beauty.
For her, night serenades along my tensing nerves.
I envy chandeliers their pleasant duty,
As shapeless, golden hands outline her perfect curves.

My train of thought is tragically drowning
Within the rhythmic waves of hypnotizing scent.
Away from sinful dreams my pulse keeps running.
What if my iron rules will ultimately bend?

The sight of her ignites a spark inside me,
Which burns a tiny hole through shield of common sense.
Tonight, it seems, my fate has been decided.
I slowly reach for her, like zombie in a trance...

I've broken all the promises I've given;
The aftermath of pleasure is like a fallen star.
Yet, I cannot deny that it was thrilling
To taste this creamy, luscious, tender chocolate bar!