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Oct 2014
teased
taunted
terrorized
tormented
into
mouth melting sin
hell's fire
  hastens my tongue
as it becomes
a slippery slide to
depravity
fistfuls meant
for shared  reverie  
become  resident hostages
in my domain
as sole proprietor
of this *****
chemical high
I laugh
at pale  attempts  
to fool me  
with sweet haloed
  innocence
no paltry  impostor
stands a chance
only the real deal  
sways
my  greedy  favor.
Believe it or not,  this poetry is about a Sam's Club huge  sack  of  devilishly delightful Ghiradelli   chocolate chips  intended for  cookies  , cupcakes and  other baked goods.They keep winding up in my mouth as a snack though.And I have white chocolate in the house, but they are pale impostors  if you want the real  chocolate  high  !
AprilDawn
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AprilDawn  F/Kentucky USA
(F/Kentucky USA)   
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