The Dark Chocolate Rendezvous: Senses meme No. 3-Taste

Hi all!

Have I got fodder for the senses meme on ‘taste’! Actually I almost almost! did not remember this incident, since it has been buried in the deepest darkest recesses of the mind. It’s with regards to my first bf (ex), the lawyer (now), the child (then) and first Crush (been-there-done-that).

It’s not something that I like to recall, esp since I’m attached again, but hey, that’s Life lah. All sour and sweet, happy and sad.


It’s the chocolates that reminded me. I was doing some light grocery shopping. My basket was filled with useless carbo-laden, trans-fat-saturated, artificially seasoned nachos; pork-floss rolls and bak-kwa by the kg and the sinful ‘Nuts about NUTS!’ choco-peanut-butter ice-cream which I regard with utmost respect as ‘the hoarse-whisperer’ ….*salute*


Yup….very light shopping, only 3 items.



Then I came upon the chocolate aisle and saw this:

The heaven called Dove Dark Chocolate

Dove’s bitter chocolate.




And the memories came flooding back.



It was the time when my ex-bf has had a broken leg and was locked at home day and night. It was my 2nd yr in Uni and I was visiting him in the midst of my exams, being nanny to his needs, although he had a maid and a part-timer Mum that cooks his meals. Oh yes, the self-martyrdom was on at ‘high’ during that time.


It was one of those nights where we were both alone in the living room watching ‘Being John Malkovich’ on VCD, when he hobbled to the fridge and got out this pack of Dove chocolates.


He gave me a square and I took it. That square of heaven started warming up and slowly melted along the sides of my mouth and tongue.


While I know it’s a myth that chocolates can make girls happy, I was in utter agreement. Suddenly, my whole body relaxed after a hard day’s studying. My brain calmed down from watching the flashing TV.

My heartbeat slowed. My eyes closed. I swallowed the liquid chocolate, leaving a soft gooey sliver in my mouth.

And then….I opened my eyes to him bending over me.




There was another square of heaven between his lips.




We *CENSORED*CENSORED*. It was absolutely *CENSORED*CENSORED*, the feel of his *CENSORED*CENSORED* made my *CENSORED* tingle in extreme *CENSORED*CENSORED*CENSORED*CENSORED*. The taste of his lips on my *CENSORED* as he *CENSORED*CENSORED* was so graftifyingly *CENSORED*CENSORED* that I immediately *CENSORED* in *CENSORED*. We took another chocolate square and *CENSORED*CENSORED*CENSORED*CENSORED!!!!*.

Sigh… I have never seen Dove chocolates the same way since…. it was, in fact, an absolute perfect moment in the sea of sad nostalgia.







Too bad about the PG rating though….


Muahahaha……..


Out!

AKK


An aside: Heaven does not come and stay, it just visits as a series of jolts between depression and/or mediocrity. May my Life always be as such, rather than an endless length of sterile peace and calm.

Oh yah...just to burst your bubble, we only kissed....heheheh...