The tongue is the ridge of ecstasy
Englufed in a rich,sweet smell
With hot,full,thick definite fantasy
A word to describe no one can spell
If only I could dive into a pool filled of it
Never would I be able to come out
Not even if someone calls me a dimwit
Take their duckbill,flip it,make it stout
Nothing,no words can take that away
So much love for a neverending treat
If only mother nature didn't sway
Can't remember to be neat or clean
Just pour it down my throat
Forget my problems,my jealousy or debt
Creamy,smooth liquid to croak
The insane passion and desire of chocolate