It’s Not What You’re Thinking

It’s late at night
You call my name
And I run to you
Only myself to blame
I know I shouldn’t answer
Each time that you call
But I’m helpless it seems
I’m under your thrall
The taste of you
So sweet upon my lips
Soon you will slide
Right down to my hips
You fill me with ecstasy
My body starts to quake
Oh how much I love you
My sweet chocolate cake!

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