I always want more to lick the plate clean, the dish served up when I spread it open, the shell of the oyster that fills me up, the drip of it I lick from my lips and still want more, addicted to the taste of it, the prologue to a tale I hope takes me to deeper and sweeter places, spread open before me like a mystery novel I'm in no hurry to conclude, the adventure of a lifetime that starts with a taste, exploring the deepest recesses, feeling the whole world tremble as I do , when I open the page, leading to more potent pleasures, the need for me to eat is with more than just my tongue, sipping all I can and yet knowing it will never be enough
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