If chocolate made me stronger, sin and sex implied;
Everyday, with pleasure, when you look into my eyes;
Wiping brave less from my chest beating with wanting love;
Lost in these day of chocolate and roses, my love.
If chocolate be a metaphor for divine;
Be it a question of love, will you be mine;
Is love a cannon spitting chocolate out;
My love, needs to be tepid and warm enough.
If chocolate made me stronger, sin and sex implied;
Everyday, with pleasure, just look into my eyes.
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