AS THE NIGHT PASSES FROM DUSK TO DAWN

I THINK OF MY CHOCOLATE NAPOLEAN

I THINK OF HOW I PAINFULLY MISS

HIS SENSUAL EMBRACE , HIS INVITING KISS.

WHEN HOURS AND MINUTES AND SECONDS DRAG ON

I LUST FOR  MY CHOCOLATE NAPOLEAN

I LUST FOR HIS LIPS WITH HIS KISS SO DIVINE

I LUST FOR HIS TONGUE MOVING DOWN MY SPINE

DURING SILENT MOMENTS I HAPPEN UPON

I DREAM OF MY CHOCOLATE NAPOLEAN

I DREAM OF HIS TOUCH, I SQUIRM WITH DELIGHT

WHEN I THINK OF HIS GREAT LENGTH IN SPITE OF HIS HEIGHT.

 FROM THE MOMENT I LAID MY HEART UPON

MY  WONDERFUL CHOCOLATE NEAPOLEAN

MY  WONDERFUL LOVER WITH KNOWLEGE PROFOUND

OF HOW TO MAKE ME QUIVER WHEN AND TAKES ME DOWN.

IT SEEMS I CAN GO ON AND ON

OF HOW I ADORE MY CHOCOLATE NAPOLEAN

I ADORE HIS SPEECH, HIS SCENT AND HIS SWAGGER

I ADORE WHEN HE’’S AROUND NOTHING ELSE MATTERS.

By: LADY POLITE