Some loves arrive like salt upon the skin,
not loud, not sweet, but deep as moonlit tide,
a velvet-bitter vow you lean within,
a storm you taste, then keep warm deep inside.
Dark chocolate: midnight melting into flame,
a boarded walk of cocoa, smooth and sly,
it doesn’t beg the mouth to speak its name,
it simply stays, like sea-wind passing by.
It carries hints of roast, of earth, of sea,
of bonfire smoke and half-forgotten songs,
a small, rich square that sets the spirit free,
and proves the sweetest joy to dusk belongs.
So take one bite and let the night come true…
the Shore gets dark, and still it tastes like you. 🍫🌊