Deep chocolate melts my heart away
The touch
The feel
The depth is real
Am I dreaming?
Is this for real?
Pressed against me
Heavy Passionate Play
Wishing to go further
But stop in the midst of
heats way
Breathing, panting
Wet fingers do play with lips
Cheeks and hair
The garments to my walls
come down
And my ocean flows along with it
Written by Dawn Robinson
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