A tall dark chocolate morsel
a drop of kaluhi 
a hint of passion
stopped me on the street

I was picking out flowers at
an outside market
he smoothly walked up behind me 
and sniffed at the back of my neck
I didn’t jump cause I peeped him
out the corner of my eye

Said he smelled my aroma from
a distance it was sweet as
butterscotch 100% juicy off the
vine my grapes were so divine

Said he'd seen me a million times 
in his dreams told me to close my eyes
and hold out my hands
a few seconds passed I felt a waxy
crackled paper across my palms

I opened my eyes there lay a dozen pink
roses with one red rose in the middle baby’s
breath and a card that read 
“We will meet again my sweet one”