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whiskey and chocolate

By tigerlilly

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whiskey and chocolate wartime rations or life's feast should we celebrate this manna and water of life or save it only for the times when the beast within comes to dwell? hold the bottle to my lips tip the liquid fire into a mouth already warmed with desire pass it to you drink too at my request see which of us can hold the flame the best feed me chocolate from your tongue to mine with drops of whiskey clinging to your lips a taste divine fight a fair war lover's fool i will not but use this chocolate and the whiskey as a tool or weapon, friend if we drink the bottle dry nibble till we cry forget to quibble spin for a kiss will we ask why within the sense of heightened passion in our whiskey chocolate fashion we'll love away this wartime ration till all is ambered silky smooth rich sweet peace between your soul and mineall comments and critiques welcomed Written March 14th, 2002 © on Mar 13 2002 06:20 PM PST   0 • 8

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