Do you like my poem I wrote?

I laid there waiting impioned with what awaited me; pure, unfiltered, unadulterated bliss. Suddenly a gentle wind enveloped me as the sweet damp perfume wind was squeezed out of the gaping chasm, foreboding what was to come. This was simply a proem, a tangy mist that was a prelude to the main course that lay ahead. My anticipation grew exponentially as the first bit of dark chocolate squeezed through the dark abyss and made its appearance in all its luster. The glistening prize dangled closer and closer towards my mouth as my impatience grew unbearable. I opened my stretching mouth as I drew my last deep breath, the greatness fell into my mouth and slid down my throat. As I choked on it gleefully, I absorbed the aroma, the potpourri of flavors overwhelmed every fiber of my being. The afterward juices flowed from the creve and oozed on my eyes, nose, and chest. A brown shower cleansed me deeper than any soap ever could. When the heavenly experience finally came to fruition, I washed it down with a gl of lemonade.