The warmth fills me, starting with my lips pressed against the warm ceramic of the mug in my hands. It filters through my soul via my fingertips, frosty and trembling from grief. Cocoa warms my tongue, my teeth, trickles down my throat and into my belly where it radiates outward, banishing the cold within and without.
The warmth fills me, starting with my lips pressed against the warm ceramic of the mug in my hands. It filters through my soul via my fingertips, frosty and trembling from grief. Cocoa warms my tongue, my teeth, trickles down my throat and into my belly where it radiates outward, banishing the cold within and without.
imagymnasia
A dusting, reaching out further than the boundries. A complex array of opposites, sweet to bitter; both essential in core and finesse.
Cocoa is an edible, bitter substance that comes from cocoa beans. These primarily grow in hot countries. They are often made into chocolate, a sweet treat enjoyed by many around the world. There’s been some controversy about the conditions the producers work in, but many confectionery companies are trying to improve the standards these days. Hopefully they mean it.
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Cocoa butter, smooth on skin, rubbing down all the little bumps from shaving, foot on counter, toes clenching the edge of the sink, knee in my face as I bend over, sliding it all the way down to my feet
The hot cocoa was soothing. It wasn’t only the drink itself, which warmed the hands and the stomach, but the care in which the elder had made the drink, with the fresh cocoa and sugar and topping it with a bit of cream. She felt that her soul was warmed too.
The warmth fills me, starting with my lips pressed against the warm ceramic of the mug in my hands. It filters through my soul via my fingertips, frosty and trembling from grief. Cocoa warms my tongue, my teeth, trickles down my throat and into my belly where it radiates outward, banishing the cold within and without.
The warmth fills me, starting with my lips pressed against the warm ceramic of the mug in my hands. It filters through my soul via my fingertips, frosty and trembling from grief. Cocoa warms my tongue, my teeth, trickles down my throat and into my belly where it radiates outward, banishing the cold within and without.
A dusting, reaching out further than the boundries. A complex array of opposites, sweet to bitter; both essential in core and finesse.
Cocoa is an edible, bitter substance that comes from cocoa beans. These primarily grow in hot countries. They are often made into chocolate, a sweet treat enjoyed by many around the world. There’s been some controversy about the conditions the producers work in, but many confectionery companies are trying to improve the standards these days. Hopefully they mean it.
Cocoa butter, smooth on skin, rubbing down all the little bumps from shaving, foot on counter, toes clenching the edge of the sink, knee in my face as I bend over, sliding it all the way down to my feet
The hot cocoa was soothing. It wasn’t only the drink itself, which warmed the hands and the stomach, but the care in which the elder had made the drink, with the fresh cocoa and sugar and topping it with a bit of cream. She felt that her soul was warmed too.