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You come around the corner, wreathed in billowing white as if announcing the selection of a new pope.
Hissing a warning, catlike, snakelike, it’s almost as if you’re daring me to touch you.
The earthy meatiness wafting through the air signals that this is a covenant of instincts.
Hot in my hands, you fold around yourself, giving form to fantasy.
As your salty, savory juices mingle in my mouth, I am so glad I ordered the sizzling fajitas.
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J. Otis Haas
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Comments (3)
I don't know whether to laugh or eat! You have evoked quite an odd sensation combination with this. 😅 I definitely want fajitas for dinner though!
It reads like one of those unexpectedly good and wholesome commercials 😃
I now want mexican...i'd call your poem effective.