Diabetic

She closed her eyes and dipped herself in a bowl of chocolate. Tempting my sweet tooth at it's very mercy. Choosing to ignore my selfish tooth I indulged in the very thought. What was joy without pain, Knowing the taste of her would rot my teeth to the core. I could ease suffice, drenching myself in her very thought. Careful not to spill any against the side of the bowl. Damn anyone who could possibly hate chocolate, especially when their eyes connected with hers. Filling my hands with a swirl of sensation. She obliged the hunger seen in my eyes. I figured what the hell, I'll just have to die with diabetes