Inspiration: So I gave up flammin hots and hot crunchy kurrly for lent and had my first bag since and GOSH they seem so hot now!
Word: Deliverance
Sun-kissed eyes pierced through stuffing
as liquid filled droppings of urge
oozed from my lips-
Body left quivering from the tiny giant of satisfaction
stuffed into pockets of red painted crust
I lust for the dangerous feel
the dangerous taste
I lust for the deliverance
of my most wanted friend
in its rightful place
I like flamin hots...
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