An Acquired Taste
Your name tasted like dark chocolate as it rolled off of my lips.
Bitter. Bitter with desire. Bitter, because it was leaving. Bitter because it made me miss you. Bitter, because for a moment’s time, it was gone.
But sweet. Sweet with euphony. Sweet, because it was yours. Sweet because it embodied everything about you. Sweet, because I couldn’t say it without smiling.
Sweet, because dark chocolate’s our favorite.