Black Poetry : Midnight Recipe

Heartbeat

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The clock strikes twelve
As we open the kitchen door
Gonna cook us up a dish
Right here on the parquet floor

We'll start with some kisses
Which will add to the spice
Stirin' up our bodies
Stir them up nice

The heat is on low
Slow cookin' our flow
With the touch of our hands
Juices seep from our glands

You do some meat basting
As I do some tasting
Necessary things
To make our meal complete
The oven is warm
Medium-high
Is now the level of heat

Can't hold off our hunger much longer
The flavor we've made
Can't get any stronger
Up from 360
We've hit 450

With all the ingredients
Sweetly in
The serious cooking
Can now begin

BE

(c) Bruce H. Edwards, 2001
 

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