Chocolate is delicious.

Dark chocolate is arguably the best.
Or should I say, your dark chocolate is the best.
The absolute best.
Shaped like a candy bar with nuts deep inside here and there.
Girth as thick as your forearm and length as long as a Boa Constrictor.
After the first touch,
I needed your dark chocolate.
I tasted it, I licked it, I played with it until my hand grew tired.
My lips became attached at first taste.
Having to pull them away felt like committing a crime.
Such a forbidden act led to more naughty actions.
If tasting you was so wrong, I didn’t deserve to be right.
I wish I could’ve enjoyed my first taste longer.
I remember my mouth being stuffed and filled up with your dark chocolate goodness.

When our bodies became one,
it felt like our dark chocolate floated on a nimbus cloud.
You melted onto me, and I couldn’t fight my need.
Our dark chocolate belonged melted on one another.
My mind stayed focused on you.
You looked at me like my chocolate, every drop of it; was your curvy possession.
Your dark chocolate was warm on top of mine.
It warmed me up and made me whole.
Each stroke was made with lust.
I couldn’t get enough.
And neither could you.
You splashed your chocolate milk to the deepest depths and left nothing unsplash.
I took it like the big girl that I am.

We melt together frequently.
It’s a crime for us to not to.
We’re the perfect pair.
Our bodies deserve to be melted together.
Sending waves of passion and love and lust to each other.

When our chocolate melts, the world stops.
Mother Nature grants us unlimited time to melt
onto each other.

Call me a Nymphomaniac because I am addickted to your dark chocolate.
Real bad.  

-Mia J
5/11/2023

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