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Make It Hot

set me ablaze
blindfold the eyes to fear
lose me in your hellish flaming maze

consume me freely
with fiery pleasure of your torch
who better to cook me

without any regret or regard
please roast my beefy heart
brown my sensuality till charred

broiling- don’t stop
heat up the wood log furnace baby
a thousand degrees higher, make it hot

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this one caught me couldn't stop til the end nice