Into the half-pound box of Moonlight
my small hand crept.![](../sound)
There was an electrifying rustle.![](../sound)
There was a dark and glamorous scent.![](../sound)
Into my open, moist mouth
the first Montelimar went.![](../sound)
Down in the crinkly second layer,
five finger-piglets snuffled,
among the Hazelnut Whirl,
the Caramel Square,
the Black Cherry and Almond Truffle. ![](../sound)
Bliss.![](../sound)
I chomped. I gorged.![](../sound)
I stuffed my face,
till only the Coffee Cream
was left for the owner of the box –
tough luck, Anne Pope –
oh, and half an Orange Supreme.![](../sound)
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