I'm not a food critic by any means
and will not attempt to become one in this post
at most
this is a mere critique
based on appearance
presentation and taste
doubt anyone can relate
and it all starts from the first date
i suggest you be picky about where and what you eat
that's quite rare in this day
people are eating McDonald's, Burger King, and Wendy's
i don't like my food fast
or too slow
or had before
i favor a nice seat, quaint atmosphere
take my time and make it worth time spent
some place with a style
a bit edgy
attracts big crowds
but not everyone is let in
i want the only reservation
spotless table
la perla lace setting
OBGYN clean
so there
I could eat anywhere
although there's isn't any eating utensil's
before indulging
the smell entraps my nose
trace the outside like a stencil
with my tongue and lips
slowlyfrom the base of the plate
to the top
neat freaking
so none falls
nothing spills as I sip
down my cheeks
as it drips
food turns me on
long for it's flavors
savor each
from this particular chef
have it delivered
sit in
take out
whatever
praying the taste never leaves my lips
dance on my tongue's tip
mastication masturbation
no condom
as much I desire intellect
this isn't as complex
simply taste bud sex
marriage between food and mouth
until climatic divorce
like parting lips
after a sensual kiss
i miss it
please don't leave...
my face
too delicious to give up
too scrumptious to be late
too delectable to let waste
unless this is a race
I'm going turtle pace
then accelerate
I was told I eat fast
but when its so good
i crave seconds and thirds
sometimes...
until whispers turn into loud words
only commands, adjectives, and verbs
are sufficient to describe
this palate
or mine
tastefully divine
particular
where i choose
always left satisfied
and I satisfy
this diner replied
the chef
kept my mouth watering
tongue wet
unique ingredients
just right
left
me wanting more
phenomenal
promise to
keep the recipe a secret if she tells me
or come back
again
and again
and again
and again
price... less
gratuity would not suffice
french the cook
rave reviews
eat til I'm full
face turns blue
compliments to..
Thursday, January 22, 2009
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6 comments:
As I read, my eyes looked like this: O_O hehe
OBGYN clean, lol.
good poem. i love your writing style, but i always say that to you. this is some good shtuff!
i love you free by melssa calliste....you are my hubb
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Hey, I'm Gabriel's sister. He told me about your stuff cuz I just started my own blog. I read through it and your stuff is dope ;)
Interesting poem!
At the least of words I'll just say its good. But you know what I actually wanna say. :-/
I do love the way you put your words together so it paints exact pictures and has me thinking.
Ttyl babe!
--Dee ♥
this was soo dope.
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