A golden platter.
Only to serve the finest.
Delivered with such poise.
The taste? Delectable.
Dances on your taste buds.
To what ever dance, you dance.
The Salsa, perhaps?
Maybe accompanied with a side of chips.
The best dance that has ever pranced upon your tongue.
Addicting like heroine.
You keep eating.
For you can not get enough-
of whatever loligags upon this golden dish.
And then.. nothing.
The plate licked clean.
The dancers tired and left.
Leaving you craving more.
There's more in the back.
But then there wouldn't be enough to go around.
Because everyone wants to feast from a golden dish.
Oct 16, 2010
Oct 16, 2010 at 1:07 PM UTC
A golden platter.
Only to serve the finest.
Delivered with such poise.
The taste? Delectable.
Dances on your taste buds.
To what ever dance, you dance.
The Salsa, perhaps?
Maybe accompanied with a side of chips.
The best dance that has ever pranced upon your tongue.
Addicting like heroine.
You keep eating.
For you can not get enough-
of whatever loligags upon this golden dish.
And then.. nothing.
The plate licked clean.
The dancers tired and left.
Leaving you craving more.
There's more in the back.
But then there wouldn't be enough to go around.
Because everyone wants to feast from a golden dish.
Preception is key.
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