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Click hereHOT CHOCOLATE
It is cold outside
And the thought of your touch
Makes me crave you
Like a cup of “hot chocolate”.
A tingle runs down my spine
Knowing that familiar smell,
Taste and feel
Brings a smile to my lips.
But not just “any” smile
A deep, knowing one
That reminds me of your touch
Your hands cupping me.
You see
I am like that sweet dust
Dry and plain
Until you pour into me.
The concept of your hot liquid
Filling me
Pouring into me
Mixing with my sweetness.
Is almost too much to bear.
It stirs my flavoured soul
Peaking my sweetness
The most chocolatiness
The smell that rises.
I lick my lips
In anticipations
Wanting to taste it
Wanting to pour it over me.
Into me
On me
Bath in it
Lust in it.
And as you spoon into me
Your liquid…mixing with mine.
I melt at your touch
With every move.
With every slow
Fingering
Lingering
Probe.
And want more.
My body craves
The deep satisfaction
The first taste brings
As my sweet froth forms
Like the sweet
Marshmallow treat
Floating to the surface
Only to melt into a cream.
Delicious
Delectable
Desirable
Deliriously…YOURS.
You lap me up
I drink you down
Feeling the warm
In my soul.
HOT CHOCOLATE
Ummmmmmmmm
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I WANT MORE.