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I don’t know you, but I want you all the more for that sweet taste of life upon your lips The delicious burn of lust on your tongue Every one of your taste buds touching mine tasting and feeling like the salt on a pretzel Our bodies burning and pouring out liquid that is rum that makes us brave to try new things I need you to feel my warmth like a microwave heating you from the inside out until you are so hot that you erupt like the soup we put in and left on too long