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WINTER WARMTH

Have you ever wrapped
your cold hands around a hot  
glass of buttered rum?

Have you ever coated  
your lungs in the honey  
of her opium?

She's caramelized  
at the edge and soft inside:  
a lustrous sticky bun  

Between her sizzling touch,  
whispered breath, and wicked taste—  
take me out, I'm done!
Written by SatInUGal (Kumar)
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