While in the store upon
The 31st of December,
She bought chocolates
In the shapes of numbers
From zero to ten with
A very happy, evil grin.

Her love had to work
Late that night, but he
Promised her that he
Would return before
The clock struck 12,
And the ball dropped.

So she waited alone,
All by herself, with the
Television on, watching
New York City's count
Down, and slowly stripping
Away all of her clothes.

She first peeled off her
Shirt, imagining her hands
Were his hands upon her
Flesh, then her pants and
Panties together, dropping
Them to the floor.

Last came off her bra,
Slowly unclasped from
The back and allowed to
Drop as well, a trail of
Clothes left in her wake from
The livingroom to their bed.

Looking back over her
Shoulder, she giggled and
Sighed happily, drawing
The chocolate numbers
Out of the bedside table's
Little drawer, smiling.

Laying down, she began
Setting up the chocolate.

Ten
Upon her lips.
Nine
At the base of her throat.
Eight
Between her breasts.
Seven
Just below the meet of her ribs.
Six
Upon her stomach.
Five
Over her belly button.
Four
Settled upon her left hip.
Three
Settled upon her right hip.
Two
Rest atop her inner right thigh.
One
Rest atop her inner left thigh.
Zero
Lay upon her little flower.

Lastly, a peeled orange sat
Between her slightly spread
Legs, their midnight snack to
Share, after he cleaned the
Chocolate from her flesh.

Hearing the front door open,
Her heart began to race,
Her cheeks blushed and she
Closed her eyes, taking a
Deep breath, hearing his
Voice, "Honey? Love?"

"I'm in here, Darling..."
She spoke up softly, and
Heard his footsteps leave
The kitchen and enter the
Living room, where he
Noticed her clothes.

With a grin, he crooned
Low to himself before
Walking in on her spread
Out upon their bed, covered
In little, numbered chocolates,
"So you're my count down?"

"Well, I'd hope I was your
Only female count down!"
She replied with a playful
Grin, he slowly approached
The bed, answering "Oh,
You are my only female

Count down, Sweety," his
Voice laced with sarcasm,
As hers often was in their
Playful banter, and her head
Tilted, "There's someone else?"
A little sadness in her eyes.

Shaking his head, he laughed
Softly, "Never. There will never
Be anyone else," and she
Relaxed with a soft, "Only me?"
To which he answered, "Only you."

Laughing, they soon heard the
Real count down begin behind
Them, and he was quickly over
Her body, taking her lips,
Nipping at her throat, licking
Up chocolate as he went down
Her body, Eight at her breasts,
Devouring her hardened nipples,
Licking a slow trail down from
The center, to her belly button,
Removing each number with the
Call coming from the TV, cleaning
Her fast of the little chocolates,
Four, three, two, one...
The ones at her hips, her thighs,
And then...

Happy New Year!

Lifting the final chocolate off
Of her smooth little kitten,
He brought it to her lips and
She licked it before taking it
Into her mouth and devouring
The little, circular, zero piece.

Picking up the orange that
Sat between her legs, he
Grinned up to her and kissed
Her lips, just barely gracing
Her flower with his fingertips,
And offering her the first slice.

This couple started the year
Off right: After all, only the
Most wondrous things could
Follow a desert of chocolates
And breakfast of oranges: a
Lifetime of love and exploration,
Enjoying one another...

It truly was a happy new year.