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You have always enjoyed sweets. Their taste, touch and scent have appealed to you since you could first experience them. As a child, before you understood the concept of hedonism, you would indulge yourself in all the treats you could obtain. Chocolate oriented flavours are still your favourite. Because saturation was once unreachable, you had no trouble consuming excessive amounts of delicacies. Now, you get sick. Yesterday, you wept while he was still on top of you. You have not cried since November. It was easier to overdose on candy bars. The next time you pluck the cherry off a sundae and pop it into your mouth, you will feel ashamed. You will be reminded of the greed that flowed from your chest to your thighs as he kissed you for the dozenth time that hour. The taste of pomegranate was on both your lips; a balm he had bought for you some time ago. Although it keeps your lips from chapping, the perpetual moisture makes you uncomfortable. You have mixed emotions about your body when it is wet. You have been told to feel proud, you have been told to feel guilty. Take advantage of your beauty. Do not eat out every night. Enjoy your youth. Do not enjoy getting eaten out every night. Everyone can see your cheeks flushed by the passion to which you submit yourself. You succumb to sweet sin.