"Did you know", Eve said, "good chocolate melts near the temperature of the body?"
She lay beside Adam, her head resting on her right hand, propped up by an elbow. In her left hand was a small square of chocolate, ragged-edged and deep mahogany colored. She held it just in front of her lips, which curved slightly in a ruby crescent across the lightly freckled alabaster of her exquisite face. She was watching her partner, stretched out beside her.
Adam turned to her, watching as the chocolate disappeared into her waiting mouth under the gentle pressure of her fingers. She smiled, and Adam's heart ticked a little faster as her cheeks undulated slightly in a slow savor. Adam found himself distracted more so by the refined curve of her hip and and belly, bare as they were in the gold-tinged light reflecting off the beach upon which they lay, in the shade of lazy palms.
"Is that so?" he replied. She nodded, lips working. The aroma of the chocolate curled in under his nose; he drew in a deep breath. Adam rolled over, closer to Eve, to rest his right palm on her bare hip. Their faces were separated by a fraction of an inch. Her lips parted slightly, and the heady aroma intensified as it twined itself around their heads.
"Did you know," Adam said, barely audible above the murmur of the waves, "that the heart melts at the temperature of love?" She gasped and leaned her mouth into his.
"Melt me. Please." They kissed, and knew the taste of love, rich and bittersweet.