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Created on: October 30, 2007
It tempts me. The smooth surface.
The rich, thick piece. It salivates me.
Fingers unwrap the concealed treat.
It has started to sweat onto my fingers.
The discomfort is not bothersome.
It crawls into my mouth. My tongue dances.
My mouth has watered.
Waterfalls form at the corners of my mouth.
I savor another piece. I can't have another.
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