Be-Twixed

She grabbed me round my thick long stem
I Began melting in her hand
She dragged me to her Dungeon cave
Where I was to obey her every command
She stripped away my golden rap
Gazing at me with desire
I was so scared and a virgin too
In my ecclesiastical attire
She pressed her luscious lips against me
Licking, nibbling with excitement and Glee
Submitting and surrendering myself to her
Biting paraphilia idiosyncrasy
She made me what I am today
Yet I am glad that I was born
An empty wrapper thrown away
Devoid of chocolate
all tattered and torn
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Posted: May 2020
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How do you like your chocolate?

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To be that Twix would be the sweetest thing and leaving me so much more desiring !
No one has made a Twix feel more desirable other than right at this moment ...... x
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