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Cocoa Butter

The intoxicating smell
Of sweet cocoa butter
Oh how I long for
The bright days of summer

Won't you come back..
Sun's warming rays
So I can drift in daydream
As on my skin you play

Lying there in serenity
My soft skin getting tan
Waiting for a breeze to blow in
Simply stirring the sand

But yes I must wait
For cocoa butter again
And the warm month of June
When winter does end

~THE FLOWING PEN~
3-09-04
























 


 


 





























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Cocoa Butter