Reese's (innuendo poem)

Let me take you in my hand,
as I stride out of this dimly lit deli.
I'll peel back your wrapper,
run my fingers down your naked, brown body
and hold your two cups gently in my hands.
My lips will brush against your smooth milk chocolate,
and I'll begin to eat your golden insides,
your butter filling my mouth,
just a little dripping down my chin.
My tongue will dissolve you,
and make us one.
I'll revel in your creamy taste,
as you course through my body.
And even after you're gone,
I'll savor your milky flavor in my mouth and mind.