It's an appetizer, my favorite
course. Foreplay never meant much to me
until I met her. She taught me to slow
things down. I never tasted anything so
delectable. It's like honey mixed with
rose water. I crave her like nothing
else. To taste her lower lips with the
tip of my tongue became a ritual. I
burned incense and candles and praised her like she is the goddess of
love. Her sweet juices flow like a slow,
quiet stream in a secret garden. I need
to taste her. If I can't taste her, I'd
rather starve.
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