In a tiny nutty shell

The Periodic Table of a Chocolate habit.

[C]risp and powerful, the smell surges up my nostrils when I tear apart the mate black paper.

[H]ot greedy hands tug the satiny bar from its confines. The cold meets my sweaty fingers and I lick off the results.

[O]ne piece snapped off slips under my tongue and oozes into the crevices of my mouth.

[Co]ated with a creamy layer of bittersweet deliciousness, my teeth all but disappear under a winter coat of sweetness.

[La]vish morsels whip my taste buds into a silent frenzy of salivation.

[Te]n seconds of bliss. Rinse and repeat.