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Your Space your Time On Your Own
Light a candle
Dim the lights
Shut off the phone
And all alone
Open the draw that holds your secret hoard
And lock the door
You don't want to be caught
It's your time
Get comfortable and snug
Put on an old movie
With your favourite bottle of wine
Relax and recline
And unwind
With your secret hoard from the draw
A box of Belgium chocolate
Smell that delectable delicious naughty temptation
You have been looking forward to
Your taste buds are going to dance tonight
Close your eyes and that chocolate
Let it melt in your mouth before you nibble
Let your mouth water for a short while
If you can resist
Then let your tongue swirl around
And taste that euphoric bliss running down your smothered dripping lips
Many want to kiss
Your delighted tongue makes love to your chocolate
Covered now addicted pallet
The more you have the more you need
It's your fix comforter and destresser
The box now as empty as the bottle of wine
Now satisfied replenished and contented
It's been a wonderful night and your time
Blow out the candle and turn of the TV
Curl up and drift off to sleep and dream
Until you have your time alone
Once more another night.
Copyright ©
Peter Dome
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