Refrigerated chocolate breaks hard.
Cold, its flavor and scent are not realized easily.
Sweetly she warms to my interest
her cinnamon lips smile, and we kiss.
From lavender, honeysuckle, to sage, steak sauce,
heat
This is the prelude.
This is home.
Like chili, we steam for hours exchanging flavors;
jalapeņo with tomato, beef with bean, mingled, saturated
and finally
consumed.
Hot fudge is too sweet being alone;
Hot peppers are too caustic by themselves.
But ours is a meal of delights, determined early by scents.
Prepared carefully in the kitchen of our time together.
Sense.
A matter of taste, to smell.
A work of art, to cook.
A matter of life, to eat.
We are food to each other, this is love.
Author notes
Foreplay begins when you wake up in the morning, and ends when you fall asleep, and is vital to love. Much more than anatomy, but powerful if the sense of smell means anything at all to you and your lover.
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- Anatomy lesson #8 by MissStranger.
600 points, ended October 11, 2007, 6 entries
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excellent write in here!my words are useless!I will applaud this wonderful piece in absolute silence!
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