“A Taste of Chocolate”

I want to kiss her full lips.
I want to grip her full hips,
And feel her thick legs around me.
I want to run my fingers through her hair,
As we lay together there
In full embrace.
She is my sweet piece of chocolate.
I am her tasty vanilla.
Together we make a great
Combination, with a flavor that is a thrilla.
Her figure is full
And I cannot get my fill.
We are a duel
That no one can kill.
To feel her brown skin upon me is an afternoon’s delight,
An afternoon – mind you – that I enjoy on into the night.
Her breasts are round and plump,
The nipples are big like dinner plates,
With knobs looking like a healthy pair of dates.
She moans and groans when I
Put my mouth upon them and suck
Ever so slightly.
It makes her speak in repetition, “Oh, fuck,”
And causes her to grip me more tightly.
I shower her breasts and belly with kisses,
Tonguing the button of my misses,
As I go lower and lower
Into paradise,
I start to move slower and slower,
Making her feel ever so nice,
To the point
Where she wants to make our bodies a joint
Operation,
Where two become one in complete collusion.
As she smiles at me,
I smile at she,
With a taste of chocolate, so sweet,
Upon my lips.
She has beautiful hips
And a beautiful behind.
I grip it tightly,
She does not seem to mind.
Having found her sweet spot,
I hit it rightly.
I make her hot;
She makes me sweat,
She is my lover.
I am her pet.
We meet on battlefields when we are able;
Not simply a bed, but the shower, couch, beach, table…
Wherever she wants it.
Afterwards, there we just lay
As comes the dawn to bring the day.
We are both so tired,
Our bodies so sore.
We are both still wired,
We want some more.
A taste of her is never enough for me.
A taste of moi is never enough for she.
I kiss her lips
And she kisses me back so fine.
Our love continues to drip upon the bed sheets.
I thank god that she is mine,
As her body and that of I once again meets…
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