Sweeter than a Hershey bar,
I want to taste your smooth dark skin.
Caress the muscles that hug your bones.
Please every inch of your body in a way that makes you a fiend for my touch.
You drive me wild with the thought of you.
Wrapped around your finger
And you don't even know it.
Refusing to take advantage of my lust for you.
I want you all to myself,
Rolling the mean streets,
having fun on the weekends,
making love when the mood strikes.
Me tasting you
You tasting me.
Infatuation growing with every moment shared,
Then an epiphany hits.
You are my kryptonite.
Your dark chocolate makes me weak in the knees
and wet in the panties.
So will you be my Hershey bar
and make me your caramel candy?
Wait...what? *Props*
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