Sweet Sugar (radio spot, 1972)

Sweet sugar, she's beautiful in chains and she's busting out. Shackle to the steamy cane fields of a tropical inferno, with a whirlpool of women that blunches you into the depths of desire. They're women, they're warm, they're white cats.

Raging revolvers, blasting a hail storm of flesh, double-barrel beauties, drenched in a thunderstorm of death, an epidemic of machine-gun madness. Warm hands, cold triggers, blazing death, 38 caliber kick, spitting death as they claw their way to freedom.

Rapid fire frenzy erupting in the 45 caliber climax. Nothing can hold her, not chains, not bars or men. Snatch a piece from her candy box. Taste sweet sugar.