When I was a child I sat there and smiled
and waited until anticipation had piled,
unwrapped the sweet and chocolaty mild
always patiently waited until I opened it
but this said: back then I was a kid.
Now, honestly I’m sitting in the middle of a chocolate factory
that crispy and creamy and tempting raw riddle
and pipes of heavenly delight all over the place,
holding back is dimly dullily draining my battery.
Cause anticipation and temptation
crush and compiled
I’ll need to get real and readjust, rules to be reconciled.
Just need to turn up the tap and allow it to purely pour
let it go and let it rush, cause one for sure:
all I want is chocolate NOW.
I need to see your face.