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Chocolate Soft sensual like silky cream, More erotic than a dream. Very sinful like a lover with a taste that is no other. A smooth creamy rich narcotic My incarnation of the exotic. Vice, obsession, pure temptation, I crave your luscious warm sensation. You are the weakness of my soul, as the only woman I want to hold. Born from the steamy Yucatan, Your wonder can excite any man. Nectar, Ambrosia in every drop. Drunk by kings from golden cups. I dream of you at every step. Warm, smooth and slightly wet. Wrapped in gold or a pastel fare, Ready to unwrap and be laid bare. You are a sorceress who weaves her spells. You call my soul from where it dwells. Some call you a demon to my health, But for you I would give my wealth. No woman alive can take your place. Regardless of age, culture or race. To be without you is too hard a fight, My exotic mistress of the night. My love for your fills the hole, Within my empty heart and soul.
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