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A satisfied appetite is a simply joy Overlooked and simplified Like a growing urge, a salivating need That is entrancing and glorified. Everlasting for moments we call meals Forgotten in time, lingering above But the taste, the lonesome lover pushed aside Gazes afar and near wanting to be enjoyed again The young lady with a tongue of raspberry delight And the matured widow with darkened cacao lips Ripening nectar of a sliced peach center Halved and topped with mascarpone crème The man with a skin of caramel glaze Caressing and savoring With a fragrance and scent Of hazelnut coffee indulgence and sin In the pursuit of a brief love affair What oral sensation did my taste buds want? My odyssey of gustatory endeavors await Through the seas of lined people and waiting staff Generous portions and humble pies Decadent desserts so rich you’ll die Vine cherry tomatoes sliced and sauté Over al dente rigatoni in a roasted cashew sauce A robust aroma and savory appeal Basil leaves with garlic strips Olive oil to top the surreal Hubristic meatball aborigine Elysian cuisine or many dreams Teasing the senses, warming the pit Of flowing pleasures And tingling fingertips Without moral measures And succulent wines Rotisserie lamb falling of the bone Seasoned with Sicilian herbs And paired with broiled asparagus Drizzled with lemon juice And a glass of Merlot Spices I hardly know Lachrymose apologies beside a bottle of faded sorrows With love there is pain, passion endured through the names Thin soups, flavorless and dull, feeding street-thrown bums Breathing hard against the delicatessen glass Hickory smoked hams, pepper-seasoned pastrami Vinegar cultured pickles and hard dried salami Unpleasured, without measure, at one's leisure. Forever my endeavor Blackcurrant tea laced with slivers of gooping honey Layers of cinnamon hair atop olive skin red-painted doors with cedar trim crushed almonds mixed with hazelnut butter cream spread devilish rounds of crumbling rum-swirl bread Smells and wonders, tastes so ... oh god Divine and sublime.
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Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 5:42 PM UTC
Lachrymose Taste
A satisfied appetite is a simply joy Overlooked and simplified Like a growing urge, a salivating need That is entrancing and glorified. Everlasting for moments we call meals Forgotten in time, lingering above But the taste, the lonesome lover pushed aside Gazes afar and near wanting to be enjoyed again The young lady with a tongue of raspberry delight And the matured widow with darkened cacao lips Ripening nectar of a sliced peach center Halved and topped with mascarpone crème The man with a skin of caramel glaze Caressing and savoring With a fragrance and scent Of hazelnut coffee indulgence and sin In the pursuit of a brief love affair What oral sensation did my taste buds want? My odyssey of gustatory endeavors await Through the seas of lined people and waiting staff Generous portions and humble pies Decadent desserts so rich you’ll die Vine cherry tomatoes sliced and sauté Over al dente rigatoni in a roasted cashew sauce A robust aroma and savory appeal Basil leaves with garlic strips Olive oil to top the surreal Hubristic meatball aborigine Elysian cuisine or many dreams Teasing the senses, warming the pit Of flowing pleasures And tingling fingertips Without moral measures And succulent wines Rotisserie lamb falling of the bone Seasoned with Sicilian herbs And paired with broiled asparagus Drizzled with lemon juice And a glass of Merlot Spices I hardly know Lachrymose apologies beside a bottle of faded sorrows With love there is pain, passion endured through the names Thin soups, flavorless and dull, feeding street-thrown bums Breathing hard against the delicatessen glass Hickory smoked hams, pepper-seasoned pastrami Vinegar cultured pickles and hard dried salami Unpleasured, without measure, at one's leisure. Forever my endeavor Blackcurrant tea laced with slivers of gooping honey Layers of cinnamon hair atop olive skin red-painted doors with cedar trim crushed almonds mixed with hazelnut butter cream spread devilish rounds of crumbling rum-swirl bread Smells and wonders, tastes so ... oh god Divine and sublime.
A little hobby of mine is cooking, so I thoroughly enjoy looking up new recipes sometimes to try. Movies like Babette's Feast, Ratatouille an The Trip. Amusing how we can associate flavors, smells and tastes with more than just culinary customs. We can correlate joyous emotions, moments of sensuality and comfort.
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26/M/American
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 5:42 PM UTC
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