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Kisses.

Hershey kisses,

all over your body.

Making a trail from your neck,

down your chest,

to your navel.

I see them move,

with the rise and fall,

of each heavy breath you take.

I take the first Hershey kiss,

kiss you, and share the wealth.

Each smooth, creamy kiss,

seems to last long after,

the chocolate’s gone.

The heat from our bodies,

melts the remaining Hershey kisses.

Oh well, more fun for me.

When I’m done with you,

there won’t be an ounce of chocolate left!



~*~ Jill ~*~