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Would u make me feel spicy; 
As in my soliloquy 
I still find you pricey
But u seem to have lost your key
Dry as the dead sea.
Well if u ask me
U still got the flavour,
that charmed me.
So let's get risqué
Forget the risky
Lose all senses
Till we titillate we.


Fimisola-Samuel