On Oral Mutinies and Memories

That simply sublime taste, Sour, salty, hot and sweet, I savor your molten goodness, As I lick you off my fingers giddily. And oh God! Do I spy right, Or is that just my befuddled brain?  Is that a hint of you stuck on the rim of the pan?  Yay! There’s still some you that…

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