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By wistful Date: 2001 Sep 11 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.11.03.37.7128]] |
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Reddened by the candy shell Her cinnamon lips burned and swelled And resting upon her tongue's tip, Teasing slowly passed her lips (Sticky sweet, lightly apart) The white center of the candy heart Beckoned him to taste. In haste. |