A/N: I big thank-you to my betas LaMomo and Davida for their help and support :o)

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Chocoholic

They say that only women truly appreciate fine chocolate; that they are the chocoholics. I am inclined to disagree. Bella had made me into a chocoholic.

She was the richest of chocolates. Having her in my life was pure decadence.

Her hair was the color of caramelized hazelnuts. Her complexion was that of vanilla butter cream. Looking in her eyes was like floating in a dark caramel sea. Her eyes could melt my soul.

Her spirit was light like a white chocolate mousse. Her wisdom and depth was that of a sophisticated chocolate liquor created with refined cognac, or smooth rum, encased in a bittersweet chocolate heaven.

Her kiss was delicate and sublime, lightly spiced with a piquant hint of cinnamon. And, the anticipation of touching her, that was more mouth-watering than the moment before you taste a truffle.

You see, for me the most luxurious of chocolates is the truffle. The truffle is a sensual experience in itself. There is an art to enjoying a truffle. The way you lick off the powdered sugar. How your mouth fills with liquid anticipating the texture of the tantalizing indulgent fondant center. The sensation of swirling your tongue in the smooth richness, while inhaling deeper to enhance the flavor. At last, finally closing your eyes as you slowly swallow the pure pleasure.

That's what my Bella was to me. She was my sinful delight. She was my indulgence. My little chocolate truffle.