Cocoa

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You have a strange way of speaking. 

I can't help but stare at your lips. 

It helps me translate your words, 

which flows down my skin. 

Like cocoa butter.

I crumble under your presence, but I keep my form.

At least I try. 

Only humor and bliss are left within me. 

What a beautiful nonpareil you are, 

for every part of you to melt into me without a single touch. 

To others, you may just be another, 

But my cocoa butter has never nourished me quite like you. 


-Verdure

"And if you discovered how I think of you, my love, I'd be so weak" - Liana Flores

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