life of a blueberry muffin
Nothing is quite as satisfying as a warm muffin. What a joy
it
is to take your tongue and gently lick around the edges over,
and
over, and over. You can feel the innermost part of the muffin
yearning
for attention, radiating its warmth out gently, almost
pulsing,
toward the end of your tongue.
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As you probe further into the muffin you begin to taste the
Natural flavors, the juices, that hold the ingredients
together. As you
gingerly push your tongue into the center of the muffin
you can
feel it yield ever so gently, but surely. It begins to open
and allow
the full width of your tongue, gently sliding into the warmest
center.
There, a few quick motions of your tongue will cause the
entire body to
begin to change form, to moisten and widen as if it is not
only yielding
to your tongue but also sucking it inward. Oh, the flavors
bursting
forth cause the muffin to rise to meet your lips and your
probing
tongue.
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As you nibble around the edges, caressing the tips of flavor
with your teeth, the muffin again begins to come alive.
Eventually, this
will cause the muffin to begin to crumble in your hands,
and to
burst forth, yielding itself and filling your entire mouth
with the gentlest
of flavors.
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As the melts the muffin becomes one with your mouth screaming
with all its might to release its hidden wonders. Then,
at you taste the
sweet blueberries, fresh as though they had been just picked
from the
vine. Satisfied, the muffin becomes one with your mouth
and your body.
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Oh, the lucky life of a blueberry muffin.
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