You are wicked but I love you. I heard you calling me from the fridge and although I tried to ignore you (I put my earplugs in) it was too late and you had penetrated my thoughts so that I just couldn't resist your chocolatey charm. Of course, there you were, in all your 'left-overs' splendour, ready for the taking. So I surrendered. I took you. I plunged my spoon deep into you. And before you or I knew it, you were slow-dancing with my taste buds and making me all dreamy.
Soon there was nothing left of you, not even a morsel to scrape off the sides of your cup.
Veramente delizioso!
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jojobee
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