The choclate the nectar ....

The nectar as he savors,
Mildly with his sharp teeth,
Sometimes with wet tongue.

He want the whole malai,
As he spreads his tiny lips
Over the choclate chip.
He holds it, the tenderness
Cant resist but just pulls him,
Towards hers caressing his
Nape, only to make him savor the
Honey.

As he presses against her
To have more, the touch baby
Suckle never feels like stopping
Him from drinking her ambrosia...