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A beautiful Sunday afternoonAmid the summer breeze of a silent moonYou and I did enjoy a few scoopsOf our favorite dessert; oops, oopsWe hugged, kissed and teased each other
I was walking in a jungle and and i found a chocolate town, the people living there give me chocolate town. When I was walking in the town, I found a river, where chocolate rocks were drowned
Cadbury eggs at 1 AM How much lower could you be? I know that it does not mean much But it could be two or three? Besides don’t I deserve this? For waking up before it was 2
“There are four basic food groups: milk chocolate, dark chocolate, white chocolate, and chocolate truffles” Chocolate is The Answer, Who Cares What the Question is!
Beautiful black diamond with a shine that puts the sun to shame. You glow like the translucent golden streets of Heaven..is Heaven what I should call you by name.
To be free in me, poetry has taught me To express the light in me, the God in me, the beauty in me Shining brightly through me All these, poetry has taught me
Dear Chocolate, I'm sorry. We're going to have to break up. It's just not working out. It's not you. I just don't need you in my life right now. Your presence is only an added weight on my shoulders. And my hips.
Love is a worthless waste of time The expense is more than any man can afford What is love, if a heart can only be broken? What are flowers, but plants soon to die?
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
There once was a beautiful queen She had skin like honey, eyes like emerald, and hair as big as cotton candy. She was so beautiful and kings traveled far and wide to make her their bride.
"Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get." Like an confusing intricate puzzle, you don't quite know where your piece will fit Yes I recall way back when I lost something that I held dear
Bitter like licorice, but sweet like honey Soft, melt in yo mouth, kinda soft Spicy, salty, nutty, crunchy A drop of cinnamon, a taste of caramel Add a pinch of brown liquor, and you've got The Good Stuff
Dove dark chocolate, One of the purest enjoyments in life Foil bends and crinkles as I relish the moment in which I open the clearanced Valentine Which was somehow abandoned
I ate the Mount Evrest of chocolate that I craved so long through the day The splendor of candy touched my tongue and I wished for it to stay I entered a world made of chocolate
If I could bring anything, I would bring my edgy socks They breathe between who I am now and the steps I am taking to become They smoothen the edges I have formed around my insides
I could live without a phone. I don’t need an Instagram, I don’t rely on siri. I could live without electricity. The sun and moon shall light my way,
I can't live without chocolate. Chocolate is like the soul to my heart. It makes me happy, like the chimpanzees. The way it melts like butter as the flavor explodes into your mouth.
When I am stressed, You are there. When my heart gets broken, You are there. And when I am just plain hungry, You are there. Through thick and thin, You have always been there.
So rich in flavor, natural and raw It's no clue no one can withstand my Exploding, mouth-watering taste so pushed to the side They leave me a waste..
Mellow smoothness, flowing down a river of peace and delightful bliss. The instant high of a sweet taste, sends my body levitating into a dimension created by my imagination.
Chocolate chastises my every thought, addiction from something easily bought, dagerous yet sweet, I am caught. What waits within the wrapper will always win, we all have our demons, and chocolate is my sin,
Someone said, “Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know which one you’re going to get.” It’s a simple statement. Innocent enough. But what everyone should understand is chocolate is meant for more.
The smell of roasted beans
I sure am flawless Flawless that's what I am I sure don't look like Beyonce Don't have an ass like Nicki Minaj My voice, man forget about it Sing a song and make a baby cry And still
I love the touch of your warm hands running through my hair. How we share the Safire stars that holds the skies together. I cherish the moment when you drop a heart of white chocolate into my coffee.
Sweetly it falls Starlight cascades
Chocoholics are good I have to admit That I am one too It's nothing to be ashamed off But sometimes... It's the people that claims that they are chocoholics They say
I'm an odd one, Oh you know its true, A crude mix of happiness and some tainted blues,
L: is for the losers who have no heart O : is for the only thing that keeps us apart V: is vivacious you look each night E: is every time I think of you it is hindsight
A forbidden love leaves me in shambles;
How I like pudding, soft and creamy. The mere thought of its taste is dreamy. As I lay in bed my eyes awake, I remember my childhood of that chocolate cake. My thoughts can not be expressed with words,
Love is a dream that every girl is looking for. Love is a way to make it through a long, rough day. Love is the smell of a rose that meets you at your front door with a kiss.
You exhaust me. That hardly describes it. I wish there was a better phrase for putting my emotions through a spin cycle. You didn't even hang me out to dry.
What more can I say But that I hate Valentine's Day And all the stupid clichés I mean, come on Get real Roses and flowers only lead to allergies Chocolate and strawberries lead to more calories
Goodbye my love, my once so perfect love, No longer are you precious to me! The ecstasy that rains down from above, Cannot be found in your smooth body.
A darkened heart meets one still white. Pious pride leaves you overcome, With the sense of feeling Not price of deed. Each piece is revenge tasting bittersweet Like chocolate
Chocolate you taste so good And in the morning, My face and your goodness meet
Yesterday evening I was in a café studying, When across the room I spied something amazing, Between the blond woman in the sweater, And the tall man reading his letter, Past the little girl wearing sparkly flip-flops,