Looking at her plate, she wondered how she had gotten here
Under the fluorescent yellow liquid cheese, a treasure trove of textures and flavors existed
Now her stomach rumbled in anticipation of the excavation ahead
Crunching a loaded tortilla chip, her tastebuds danced to the symphony of tastes
Hefting her beer and taking a swig, she smiled loving her little bit of heaven
White Zinfandel sparkled in the glow of the fire
Its hints of sour apple and honey played with
Notes of pine and citrus. The calming taste helped with her stress level
Especially needed since she was watching her house burn
Beating up her heart with blows of pure logic
Reality was there was no chance this was really love
Almost certainly it was just hormones and nothing more
It was a waste of time, and her resources were better used studying
Not that she could think of anything but the taste of his lips…
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.
The fact that she flirted so hard but kept him away was so attractive
And at the same time was so frustrating in so many ways
Rachel just needed to get over herself and give in
That and he needed to get his sister to leave the two of them alone
The bitter taste Rachel had in her mouth made her lips pucker
As he made an ass of himself yet again
Really she knew she couldn’t stand to be around the idiot, but she had to put up with him
The fact that his sister was so hot made it worth putting up with the frustration…
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?
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Her plumage was that of royalty, and she flaunted it.
Every other bird in the barnyard was jealous of her perfection.
Not that the fox cared, but he was impressed with her taste.
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
Those stripes will be yummy with a dash of polka dots
Adding the mismatched pink and green fluorescent socks to further spice it up
So put together a feast for your soul and embrace who you are
There might be people who want to throw up a bit when they see you walk down the street but…
Everyone has a different fashion palate when it comes to style.
Perhaps he pretty much was a slouch
Obviously because he never left his couch
Under that gut he had quite the brain I can avouch
Could be churlish and his taste quite louche
He made his money from selling his indoor poncho with a built in …
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