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Ode to Chocolate
In my secret site you are always
My chocolate, my adorable chocolate
Milk, spicy or dark
always waiting for me
At your hacienda 'La Ceiba' arrive
that day, Barlovento turned into flavor
Stroll through the plantations of your origin
It was a privilege
Chocolate, that day you were my elixir
your smell was a pleasure
Oh my unparalleled lover,
my exotic chocolate
You came to my life to stay
My dates with you are always the sweetest
we have shared joys and sorrows
films
travels
February 14th
and Three Wise Men
An extravagant feeling to feel in my mouth
that I certainly can not let go
My body screams at you when I do not have you near
My sweet love, you are my addiction
cravings of my red days
you are a delicacy of the gods
you always
my chocolate.
By Aleska Sever

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