I see the chocolate syrup, dark brown, pooling on your chest. My tongue is licking small areas clear, uncovering the pinkish-brown color of your areolas, creating a contrast of colors.

I'm giving more attention to your nipples as I hear you breathe in rapidly when my tongue passes over them. Swirling, sucking, and somewhat smearing the chocolate across your swollen tits.

Smiling, I scoop up chocolate syrup with my finger, raising it up to your lips for you to taste, looking at you devouring the sweet flavor, my tongue questing for yours, a metaphor for what is to come.