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A Chocolate Conversion - My Mahogany Maiden
I have a little bonbon; she is black
And beautiful; her coffee-coloured skin
Is quite a confiture: a lovely snack;
She gratifies, whatever mood she’s in;
Sienna could not burn better, nor could rust
Cover a surface like her, when she flows
All liquid chocolate in my bed; I thrust
Into her buff, bronzed body; then she knows…
I love her sepia shadows; I'll deploy
Dark dick in chestnut cunt – it’s a delight,
As is auburn exposure: the tanned joy
Of tawny, ‘fawny’ pleasure lasts all night;
Her amber eyes excite me, as I slap
Proud prick on cocoa heaven: and my bay
Mare is flecked with pleasure: once I smack
My mahogany maiden, she will play.
And beautiful; her coffee-coloured skin
Is quite a confiture: a lovely snack;
She gratifies, whatever mood she’s in;
Sienna could not burn better, nor could rust
Cover a surface like her, when she flows
All liquid chocolate in my bed; I thrust
Into her buff, bronzed body; then she knows…
I love her sepia shadows; I'll deploy
Dark dick in chestnut cunt – it’s a delight,
As is auburn exposure: the tanned joy
Of tawny, ‘fawny’ pleasure lasts all night;
Her amber eyes excite me, as I slap
Proud prick on cocoa heaven: and my bay
Mare is flecked with pleasure: once I smack
My mahogany maiden, she will play.
Published 14th Jun 2015
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