xocolatl

I took a bit of it. Detail by detail, the sweet bitterness, xocolli, made my mouth watery. Like an addiction, I felt the delight of tasting every inch of the brown bar -- a food from the Aztec God of fertility.

Too much of an aphrodisiac, I thought.

It took me three bites to clear the plastic foil wrapper.

I nibble my finger, devouring every trails of sweetness. I opened my empty hand and stared at it as I licked the sides of my lips -- every corner of my teeth. The last taste resonated like an echo in my mouth. It was a sound of confusing scream.

I wanted more -- I needed more.

Then I walked towards the old lady before I could decide.

"Isang Hershey's bar pa nga po."