Dessert

The sight of your glorious body laying bare before me
The scent of your Jasmin Noir perfume teasing my nose
A bowl waits by your side filled with chocolate cream
I lick my lips in anticipation and pick up my paintbrush.
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I dip the brush in and begin the first stroke
Your honey eyes study the relaxed motions of my hand
I lead the thin brush over your perked nipples and perfectly mounded breasts
Your pupils dilate and sweat forms on your mocha skin.
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Yet even the sinful chocolate can’t compare
To the sweetness of your mouth-watering cream
I take a taste; your breath hitches
And my tongue goes numb as the tastebuds overload.
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Rich caramel intoxicates me
This is the sweetest of desserts that I’ve ever had
I can barely get over the initial shockwave of pleasure
But we have all night; another taste wouldn’t hurt.