Written by Victoria Stafford
My mistress lures me, dressed in sav’ry red, Golden complexion blush a sultry cheek. Say soft; say pure! She waltzes straight ahead To paradise of blasphemous mystique. In all this time I have fail’ed to see The Gods ward off temptation, though I plead! But I’ve ne’er met another fair as she; Such sinful passions -- strong they often bleed. I navigate through this heated affair; Embrace the scandal, each kiss I savor. My temptress’ lips (I can’t resist, I swear!) -- Each curve a masterpiece, such sweet flavor! And so is the charm of my lover and savior: The Almighty Wendy’s Triple Baconator.
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