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::GRIN::
I carve through-
You are unmade
With the edge
Of my hot blade
Juices splutter
Soft as butter
Fillet of soul
Like this:
A special kind
Of delicious
No chaser
Just a savour
Now you're trickling
Down my chin
And all that I can do
Is grin
You are unmade
With the edge
Of my hot blade
Juices splutter
Soft as butter
Fillet of soul
Like this:
A special kind
Of delicious
No chaser
Just a savour
Now you're trickling
Down my chin
And all that I can do
Is grin
Published 30th Oct 2018
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This is simultaneously sweet and wicked hot. Nicely executed, Kumar.
Delicious grin, indeed.
Delicious grin, indeed.
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