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Firm flesh yields to my
Sinking teeth, tongue lapping up
The red running juice
I smack my lips for more
Ah, the sweet taste of summer.
With a knife I strip
Your spiny scales to reveal
The ripe flesh within
If it weren't for your core,
I would eat your body whole.
Exotic brown skin
So petite and firm, easy
To hold in my hand
Will you be angry at me
If I pucker at your flesh?
Exotic brown skin
So petite and firm, easy
To hold in my hand,
Your soft fur stands between us.
Here, let me help you
Shed your tropical sable;
Now naked, a bite?
Just one tiny nibble? Oh!
You sting, I pucker.
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