I have been craving you for weeks. I know we are bad for each other, that's why I have been so strict with myself, refused to see you. I have been so good, but I don't know how much longer I can deny myself.

It has been building like a thunderstorm, the need for you, for weeks.  Your scent, your taste on my tongue, the two of us melting into each other, becoming one. You are all I think of at my desk at work, pounding the treadmill at the gym, sitting in traffic. I need you, I want you so much, every cell in my body is calling to you.

I see you with that girl on the bus and something inside me snaps. I can't deny myself, deprive myself of you any longer. I need you. I want you. I'll have you tonight. Oh, I can't wait until tonight! I've got to have you now.

My heart is racing as I reach for you, my fingertips trembling as they caress your familiar contours. I pull you close to me, take a deep breath and inhale your delicious scent. My mouth waters in anticipation and I hold back just a moment more, knowing I am committed now. I will have you and I will hate myself for it tomorrow. It is too late to stop it. I don't even care. I just want to devour you.

I rip off your wrapping and shovel you in. Sod the diet. You, Chocolate, are well worth it.