Cup of her liquid wakeup was held close to her nose
Olfactory sensors lit up her brain with anticipation
Followed with her stomach preparing for the scalding acidic onslaught
Fluid of the darkest black splashed and sloshed along her tongue
Everything in her mouth screamed as the heat seared her taste buds
Except she considered that her wakeup alarm symphony. The day could now begin.
Crunchy chips deliver their payload of salt and carbs
Rallying my taste buds into a feeding frenzy
It becomes an addictive craving that must be met
Soon the bag is consumed, and I look around
People at the grocery store are looking at me weirdly
So what you’re saying is should have waited till I got home?
Slurping the yummy broth made her taste buds dance
Oregano and tomato played the bass notes
Under the delightful melody of lemon zest high notes
Pasta applying the percussion on her tongue