CHOCOLATE: WHAT'S YOUR FLAVOR??

There are 3 main types of Chocolate: Dark chocolate, White Chocolate, and Milk chocolate. My personal favorite is Milk Chocolate. White chocolate isn’t bad but its not as good as Milk chocolate lol. To sum it up… I DO NOT like Dark Chocolate. BLEH!! Don’t get me wrong, but this is my breakdown of the three.

This is in NO way a blog about race, or complexion. Its my view of the gender as a whole… just to break it down.
Of course you would change yours according to your favorite type of chocolate. --XOXO Kendra :-*

DARK CHOCOLATE
-He’s appealing to the eyes, has all the characteristics you are looking for in a man. He’s inviting, gorgeously built and dreamy. He talks a good game. Tells you everything you want to hear. Gets you hot and bothered yearning for his touch…The time is now. He warms you up, prepares you for what’s about to go down, incense burning, candles lit, rose petals on the bed, you’re in the mood then suddenly…DISAPPOINTMENT! He’s impotent, unsatisfying and a major turn off. He more than likely lied about what he has, what he does, possibly his age and if you hear someone leaving the bathroom when you’re walking out the door its not his roommate its his mom. You are now mad at yourself for believing the façade he put on. He’s so far from what you thought he would be. Blow out the candles, and crush the rose petals on the way out the door. What a WASTE!! The one taste of him was enough to make you sick and never want to try it again. But you do. And this time things are different.

WHITE CHOCOLATE
-He’s not as handsome. He’s not as built and he doesn’t exactly go on your list of top 10 men, but he’ll do. He doesn’t brag about what he can do for you, nor do you care. He isn’t the greatest in the bedroom but he will suffice on those cold nights. He’s the booty call man you have to pull out of your little black book. He’s the last resort after a night of Dark Chocolate let downs. In other words, desperate times call for desperate measures. He knows where he stands with you, so he doesn’t try to make you feel any different about him. He doesn’t dare ask you to go out because he knows the answer will be no. He’s a sad excuse for chocolate if you ask me, but everyone needs some kind of love. He does well for himself, you commend him for that, but he’s not what you’re looking for. He’s just not enough to keep you satisfied in the long run. Let’s face it, it was fun while it lasted. He understands his place and knows that he will always be better than Dark Chocolate but can NEVER stand up to Milk Chocolate.

MILK CHOCOLATE
-From the moment you see him, you’re in AWE. He’s a walking statue. Perfectly carved, built like the Gods. Smooth skin flawless in every way. His eyes are inviting and compassionate. His lips are soft and succulent. One kiss and you’re floating on air. His hands are big and he uses them well. His touch sends shivers down your spine. His masculinity is bold and he shows it proudly. He’s invigorating, he’s intoxicating, and he’s wonderful. He knows how to please a woman, over and over again. He keeps you on your toes, always guessing, wondering what’s in store. No matter what he always pulls through and keeps you satisfied. The reason you go to bed and wake up with a smile. The kind of chocolate you can’t get off your mind no matter how hard you try. You’re reminded of how good he feels over and over again. He could never hurt you, he wouldn’t want to. He’s amazing. The taste of him on your palate: smooth, indulging, delectable, and obsessive. You can't get enough and don’t want him to ever leave. He’s your ideal man. The fairytale man you dreamt about as a little girl. The reason you planned your wedding when you were 12. He’s your Prince Charming. He is the knight in shining armor, saving you, the damsel in distress from the fire breathing Dark Chocolate Dragon. You love him, and no other Chocolate can compare.

Written for Ashley....

I smiled today, actually posed a grin, something I don’t often do

But your silly tactics and loving ways is what made it ensue

I love everything about you the way that you kiss me to the hugs we share

Not even trying or doing much, it’s the little things that show you care

I cried today, my eyes ran red, something they don’t often do

Tear after tear, thought after thought, all because of you

I hate you, and the fact that it seems like sometimes you don’t care

You make me feel like nothing and oddly that’s ok as long as you’re still here

Sometimes I don’t know just how to read you or what you want from me

Most of time I think I’m doing right but it isn’t that easy

I can’t change the way I am because if I did I wouldn’t be me

I would try just because of my love for you but would you be feelin the new me?

See my thing is I’m a lady most of the time but when I’m upset it’s something different

I can’t just shut up if I feel im being disrespected that shit don’t sit right with this bitch

Since Second place is the first loser I gotta feel like I’m number one

Right or wrong I’ll stand my ground if I feel I’m right, no discussions it’s done

I was pissed off today, couldn’t eat, think, breathe or sleep something I don’t often do

I keep my mouth shut sometimes but today I cant cuz I’m fuckin tired of you

I cant win with you, I get tired of trying I don’t know what to do anymore

I’m tryna stick it out and deal with you cuz you’re a man worth fighting for.

But sometimes you’re a jerk like u don’t even care and that shit makes me upset

The unnecessary sarcasm and sly responses piss me off then make me wet

I can’t stay mad at you for long because then I think about how good you make me feel

Body aching, legs shaking giving me pleasure I never thought was real

Just thinking about the way you feel inside me is something that makes me weak

I wish I could explain the level of bliss you give but only the lips from my mouth can speak

But regardless of how it sounds that’s not the only reason that I can’t stay mad

You may piss me off but you give me joy that I never thought I have

You made me a part of your life forever by giving me something I will always treasure

Not only your love but a part of you and a child is the greatest form of pleasure

So no matter how much I claim I hate you or how upset you may make me

I love everything about our love, good times or bad can’t change what’s meant to be.