Chilled Perfection
I am consumed by the gentle trickle of liquid trail down my parched throat...
Chilled to perfection this pleasure of mine...
For it is a privilege to be in your very presence...
As my tongue wraps around the lingering drops...I am left breathless for more....affectionate and passionate you are to me...
oh my dear sweet Dr. pepper...I shall cherish you forever...
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