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Slowly it creeps in… Interrupting our day, At any given point, early or late.. An ache, an unquenchable thirst… One that fills our stomachs with grumbling pangs Desires unknown. Satiation needed. We live our whole lives taste-testing… Adding a dash of this, and a pinch of that. Looking along steadily for the right ingredients Indulging, experimenting To create the perfect, delectable dish Attempts to appease the hunger inside For that certain something we can’t quite put our finger on. Fortunately, for those with a pickier palate, the world is a smorgasbord of appetizing opportunities a la carte. Each perfectly prepared to placate the pangs of deprivation. Some develop a propensity to the sweet savor of friendship garnished with laughter and smiles, The lush decadence of romance infused with the spice of passion and intimacy, The tangy taste of adventure swirling with titillating thrills and discoveries eager to try it all. Others, looking for fast-food fulfillment, Merely experiencing the bland, unappetizing selections of life’s menu… Are left deprived… momentarily pacified hungry … Ever wanting more. Nevertheless, Despite our hunt, For tasteful satisfaction, Whether a seasoned slow-roast Or a processed package we all create our own comfort dish. Our special go-to.. …Satiation
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Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 2:27 PM UTC
Taste Testing
Slowly it creeps in… Interrupting our day, At any given point, early or late.. An ache, an unquenchable thirst… One that fills our stomachs with grumbling pangs Desires unknown. Satiation needed. We live our whole lives taste-testing… Adding a dash of this, and a pinch of that. Looking along steadily for the right ingredients Indulging, experimenting To create the perfect, delectable dish Attempts to appease the hunger inside For that certain something we can’t quite put our finger on. Fortunately, for those with a pickier palate, the world is a smorgasbord of appetizing opportunities a la carte. Each perfectly prepared to placate the pangs of deprivation. Some develop a propensity to the sweet savor of friendship garnished with laughter and smiles, The lush decadence of romance infused with the spice of passion and intimacy, The tangy taste of adventure swirling with titillating thrills and discoveries eager to try it all. Others, looking for fast-food fulfillment, Merely experiencing the bland, unappetizing selections of life’s menu… Are left deprived… momentarily pacified hungry … Ever wanting more. Nevertheless, Despite our hunt, For tasteful satisfaction, Whether a seasoned slow-roast Or a processed package we all create our own comfort dish. Our special go-to.. …Satiation
ladiebee13
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22/F/Mississippi
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 2:27 PM UTC
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