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There's a sweet itch brewing inside you,
One that tickles all the way
From your gut to your lips.
It starts off as a low rumble
In your core
And continues to expand
Threatening to roar.
This cunning little itch,
Simply wants to satisfy you.
She pleads and begs
And wants to frolic with some caramel goo.
With a kiss on your senses
You climb through the kitchen messes
On the hunt for something sweet to chew.
A whisper that now licks your eardrum
Urging you to bend and move
A mixture of torture and fun
Until you finally find the third participant
Who will join your act,
Packaged in colours that represent the sun.
You rip off the package and it lands on the floor
When the contents enter your mouth
You can't help but scream for more...
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LIFE MAZI
A RELIC OF GROWTH
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