There is what comes next:
The post-play
The Candy crash
Goodness gone
Swan song…
Of course there could be more chocolate (brilliant!)
With all its dark
Creamy smoky endorphin drenched goodness,
Soaked in such singular self-satisfaction
Like a little secret between good friends.
Or later,
After the after glow
When all that tongue and nose chemistry
Has faded
(Although much belated)
When it is gone,
It is really gone.
What was that song?
Is that all there is?
That IS all there is! (Sigh!)
And the happy high
Leaves us,
Leaves us with just
The sad sniffing
Of the empty bag.
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