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Of all the flavors, yours is a clementine
tangy and everlastingly sweet on my tongue.
I nipped at you gently and lightly, fondant slipping past my lips
Pleasantly rapturing my heart, then finally nestling in my gut.
To have nibbled on such a delectable neck,
Oh nothing can be more gratifying.
Yours a print on frosting
Mine a glacé print
A slice is not enough
I want your whole fruit
I want your whole cake