My love for you began with a stutter,
Like the crunchy taste of the peanut butter.
I lusted for the spice in your eyes.
Just as I shredded the red meat of its vice.
My love for you was hard to tuck-in,
Like the dripping chocolate over bluberry muffin.
Let's dig our teeth deep into this heaven,
And smell like the cheese burnt straight from the oven!
Our appetite always seasoned with clove,
Mixing it with the red chillies simmering on the stove.
I stir some passion and tone it down.
Before I knew, our dish had become the flavour of the town.
Divya Jha.
22.04.2010
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