Made of fresh cocoa powder,
With fresh milk oozing out,
A sweetened red petals of lips,
Pinch of salt to sugarate,
Watering mouth, wetting the lips,
I long you taste me,
Adore me like a fresh baby,
Lick it like a honey finger,
I will remember the love you had-
When I flow throw your throat,
Kiss me, I am desperate,
I will make you remember forever.
-A chocolate lips on the desk.
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So sweet poem, then go nd kiss the choclate
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That’s very sweet, like chocolate. And temporarily enjoyed just as so. Thank you for sharing 🙂
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lovely…u enjoyed it
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I can see the chocolate you have left on the desk for sure, but I can’t see any lips…Haha…. 😁
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hahha you got it dudette 😛
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Really…. . Haha 😁
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Umm… Delicious
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Haha..you Jaya 😛 chocolate ? haan
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😝😝
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Love for chocolate 😍
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haha
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Choclaty poem
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hhaha
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This sounds like more than just chocolate. If you get my drift *nudge nudge*
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haha yes it is n you got it 🙂
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Reblogged this on Scribblers Arena.
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