Baked By God Poem by kwane Lamb

My heavenly baked beauty…
Are you truly; my duty…
Because you are driving me…

Your chocolate is all I see…
I hungerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…
Without your chocolate I am sunk…

Started with just a little kiss here…
A little kiss there…
Now I can't think anywhere…

Oh, you heavenly baked woman…
Is the term (éclair) fair….
Iced with chocolate…

I do declare…I swear…a little dish of mint...
a hint..
You echo in me…
Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate…

I am running wild…
From your chocolate style…
Oh, my queen…

Wake me not if I am a but…
Dream…
God blessed you…

With custard filling…
Sooooo…
Tantalizing…
So…damn surprising…

Arousing is your (flavour) …that mint hint...
While I am browsing…
Sometimes…it feels like…

I just can't give up…
For brown sugar…
Is…

A condition of deep thought…
Your respect must be included…
I need for you to come around…

That is the sound…
From the heavens…
To the ground…


So sweet and delicious…
A consequence I will bare…
Your respect is my dare…

My…chocolate... my mint...your..woman…ly…
Éclair…


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