She So Funny

There’s power hidden in that darkness. It holds acolytes enthrall. 

The air is redolent, heavy with a sweetness that promises delight, euphoria, even
                 LOVE                                                                                          

A morsel of the dusky enchantment is beguiling.

Hungrily, many pursue the rapture. Are you one of the fortunate few immune to the call of

chocolate?

 

 

I was an innocent, a child impatient to join the reverie.

And that could mean the death of me.

 

To be continued...

Rhonda Hansome is a dodo in digital wilderness drinking her tears because martinis fuck with her pressure meds.
    

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His compelling scent played an olfactory rhapsody, a clarion on my lips, mouth, and tongue.

He glistened and silently beckoned me to rapture.

When we touch begins the dance blissful - at first -  but ends a pas de deux to death.

Weak kneed and flush with the shame of my desire I managed to whisper, “No.”

I turned and walked away from his seductive sweetness sure to betray.

At the tender age of 5 I had to be vigilant, be strong, beware.

We had a stormy history Chocolate and I.

 

To be continued...

 

Rhonda Hansome is lost in the digital wilderness and drinking tears because martinis fuck with her blood pressure meds. 

 

   

 

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