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Restaurant From Heaven

Poetry By: joshua boyde

A dinner fit for a young queen.

Submitted:Apr 14, 2010    Reads: 50    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   

Restaurant From Heaven

The meal comes out on a large oval plate.
With knife and fork in hand; eagerly I wait.
The succulent aromas drift up through the air to envelop my face.
Hmm ... My nose orgasms to its sweet embrace.
Hmm ... Insatiably I can no longer wait to devour this 'acquiesce' sight laid out with loving care on this terracotta plate.
Hmm ... Oh the taste; I just want so much more of this delicacy paraded through the kitchen door.

Excuse me waiter; I will have what she is having.


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