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From The Very First Time

From the very first time
I knew
My love for you
Would be a lasting love
It is not a common affection
My devotion to you
Will span my lifetime
It will not fail
Your scent alone
Lures me now
As it lured me then
I breathe deeply
Of your sweet
And tantalizing aroma
Should I take in your fragrance
Every moment
of all my days yet to come
I would not tire of it
I run my fingers down the length
Of your smooth dark loveliness
There is no blemish
No flaw in you
I taste
I cannot help myself
I must
My tongue lingers
Could heaven be any sweeter?
Oh yes
From the very first time
I knew
Mon chocolat sucre
Yes I knew
My sweet chocolate
My love for you
will be a lasting love

Comments

  1. ConnieMarch 7, 2010 at 7:49 PM

    Oh, my! That was a surprise. I have to agree. ;)

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  2. AnonymousMarch 10, 2010 at 5:36 PM

    You are great! Love, Love, Love it! Deb

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  3. VickiMarch 29, 2010 at 3:54 PM

    A sure sign of a great writer- I was totally surprised by the ending! Loved it :)

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