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Sugar High
You’re a candied treat and everything you secrete is sweet. There’s no confliction or sin in my addiction to your brown sugar skin, ‘cause I lust for that high-sucrose-rush your love is known to gush. I’m a fiend of this Burmese butterscotch queen. I feel “sugar high” when you’re by my side and I haste…
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Ice Cream
The cream you drip is sweeter on every lick and each tooth I sink leaves marks on your surface. You moisten my lips and send me in bliss every time my tongue glides over your leaking mess. A “sweet tooth” is my excuse for pigging-out when eating-you-out to the last satisfying pout. I don’t retract…
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Dissect the Dialect 