So smooth the wrapper that holds it,
Cold in my hands as I hold,
Ready the hunger inside me is lit,
Under the layers it's shamelessly bold,
My hands wonder to it's top,
Pure divine awaits,
Too late to think or stop,
I don't hesitate nor debate,
Only seconds before it meets it's doom,
Under my fingers within this room,
Settled in my mouth, the dairy milk serves a treat.
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Hi my name's Shaheena, or shapeenur, whatever floats your boat, whatever grinds your h- I mean. Yeah. Whatever floats your boat. I've recently been described as a 'social recluse' while in a social situation, so. I like, no, love writing, I particularly LOVE writing and reading poetry; I'd really appreciate if you checked out any of my works. :).
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