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Little miss Muffet, sat on her tuffet, counting her G’s and wage.

When along came miss spider, who sat down besides her, lips wafting trailed plumes of amber and sage.

And though try, try, try as she may, try, try, try as she might, little miss Muffet soon found herself an unreasonable plight.

Her eyes beginning to water, her throat growing ever hotter, her nose did titter, her fingers clenched taughter.

Until at last she stood, for she could stand no longer, her unwarranted guests childish ardor. And yet, when she stood, there came a sudden rush, an unexpected haze over her mind like a brush.

For little miss muffet found herself caught in a glamour, one of miss spiders personal amor.

Latexed gloves softly stroked her cheek, though she could utter not a peep, for her world was fully awash now in amber and sage, closer she was drawn and sank into that intoxicating haze.

A coy smile, a knowing gaze, a drag, a smile, a vacant glaze.

Only then did Miss spider, who sat down beside her, bring their lips together in twane, a caress as light as a feather, her breath heavy and pregnant with that bountiful drain

And so Little Miss Muffet would drink, drink deep, as a babe would suckle from the teat.

And knew no more.

For that is this tales final message.

One webs spider is another webs fly.

Now, dear read, come close, breath deep, these humble temptations you are invited to try.

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