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Yucatan Habanero

Traveling through the land, I was told that I would receive hot food once I reached the YUCATAN. My taste buds are of fire As the flame kisses my lips and tongue. Oh Pavlov, can you see my salivation? A fire that is sweet and warming. Of course, the warming is fire And the sweetness is the fire bringing on my passion. Once I arrived I tasted you and it was of pure sweetness. however, the sweetness was of my taste As you were good In the manner of a kiss from a Bella Senorita! Still, you were not hot in the regard of what I expected. I will love your taste forever. however, you were not my fair Carolina!

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