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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