Hot Chocolate

You love my purfume I can tell

By the way you close your eyes

I trigered something

 

Wrapping your hands around 

My small frame fits perfectly

You grip me tighter so I dont slip

 

Just one sip creates a domino affect

You drink me till I am empty 

You then whisper to yourself

 

"Damn that was good hot chocolate"

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