A brown piece of sweet temptation
That little piece of temptation brought our family to either a satisfying period to dinne or the start of pointless squabbles.
I remember how chocolates could satisfy the end of a good dinner or the beginning of squabbling siblings.
I held it, a piece of sweet temptation that dotted the end of a satisfying family dinner but had also triggered squabbling siblings.
I held what used to be a piece of sweet temptation that dotted the end of a satisfying family dinner or the on that tempted us to start a fight.
At one moment a piece of chocolate simply shines sweetly and the next it can transform into a dripping mess. So transformative that chocolates can be such a tiny innocent piece of sweets that could dot a satisfying family dinner but can also be a piece of temptation that started a little sibling squabble.
Something is hidden in its soft white folds. I was afraid to approach it but inside, a clay, bright colored, squished into an unrecognized form. A heart forms as it folds over the orange piece, proctectively. Too protectively. I was the clay, hidden in his soft tender protective hands. Too protective that I did not shine through his caress, suffocated as he molded me into his form.