Dunkin’ love

His touch to my skin
Is like wine to my tongue
Bewitching and divine.
Like the touch of fairytale
To my razzmatazz life.
His laughter,
Beethoven to my ears
His presence,
My entire existence.
Sex with him is…
Love served with dark chocolate ganache,
Oozing with orgasms and blue bites –
A tantric sensation.
I sing to his whispers
Swirling around him
Like marshmallows melting in hot chocolate.
He is my cup of tea
In a cold winter night
His smile, the froth to my coffee
And bacon to my fries.



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