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Spicy words taste like Tabasco dreams
Speak jalapeno to me
Like cayenne peppers blowing back sweltering heat
Speak sriracha to me
Like hot sauce mixed with red chili’s and vinegar
Desiring a feeling of numb lips
Brought on by scorching truth
You can never be hotter than the searing sun
It shines for the world but bows to the Son
Yet I look toward the zesty flavor
Which burns with the fiery and passion of words spoken
With a hint of sizzling mustard sauce
It can not be cooled down by milk
It’s fire is tangy
Ignited by the truth of the Holy Ghost
Clearing the pathway to closed doors
Giving light to dark spaces
Changing the temperature and atmosphere
That’s why I like heat
Speak sriracha to me
Love always, Esha
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