Decadent Cuisine

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My mind wanders to the prospect of discovering her flavors.

The sweetness of her lips call to me, begging to be plucked.

Their ripeness, fullness draws me in for a promising harvest.

If the encasing aroma of her skin is any representation of how well and spicy it may taste,

Then my friend, in her I must indulge.

I dare not let myself or perhaps I may, speculate on that which is her sex.

How I await to find the tantalizing, most secret of flavors that hides within.

It is with great anticipation that I patiently abide until it is my time to sample her decadent cuisine.

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