Chocolate

I never know
if he’s really there 
or which version
of him 
casts shadows
across my dreams
He’s
the filling in boxed chocolates
my lips part
dewey with desire
panting, praying
oh God
let cherry juice
cascade from
the gentle nibble
of the milky orb
oh no
wait what
ohhhh 
tongue dancing
playing nougat 
between my cheeks
maybe I’ll try once more
just in case
desperation lines deepening 
between my eyes,
between my thighs
fingers tease the box
caressing each offering
pausing, pressing
patiently drawing 
the last drop of hope
from the mystery within
I swallow his emptiness
licking the salt trails 
along my heart 
and wonder
if he was really there