Truffles
The chocolate mixes with the cream
Waiting for it to fill all of me
I pause, in hesitation,
for i know i am not clean
He ask if i am sure,
I say yes,fore i know
the good scrubbing I am
in for
The smell is astounding
My heart is pounding
My self self esteem is drowning
I know i am worth more
but i cannot resist being your
truffle butter whore
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Copyright © Shadow Dark Wolfe | Year Posted 2015
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