Eyes gaze lovingly
At purple clad delight,
Tongue moistens lips in readiness,
Teeth long to take a bite.
Fingers fumble with the foil
Of loveliness portrayed,
Then, desperately, rip cover off,
No more to be waylaid.
Unclothed in all its splendour,
Just asking to be taken,
Velvet touch and sinful taste,
Now all senses shall awaken.
The look of such, the smell, the taste!
Wrinkled foil discard,
Endorphins surging through my core,
Melting softness from the hard.
With pot of tea, this illicit lust
Is wanton-filled with pleasure.
It is not sex, it’s chocolate
But who cares? They’re both a treasure.
scottishmomus 
But where was your mind? x 🙂
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Touche. 😉 x
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But still, my hat is doffed to a master story teller! 🙂
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Aw, thank you. You’re very kind.x
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LOL. I really liked this. My mind was roaming.
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Well, I had to do it. Everyone kept saying the last one was about chocolate. Hmmph. 🙂 x
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I love chocolate. It is my comfort food. 🙂 yummy
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I don’t know if there’s a woman born that doesn’t. 🙂 x
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True..
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Aww, I knew the last one wasn’t about chocolate, but it made me crave chocolate…although that’s pretty easy to do. Any desire for me can translate easily into chocolatey goodness.
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Do you really think that I thought a clever car like you wouldn’t ever get the message? Shame on you. 😉 Here, have some chocolate. Just one of my favourite things too. 🙂 x
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