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Spices are Pimps - May 3, 2024

  • Gary Hunter
  • May 3, 2024
  • 1 min read

you see how barbeque sauce

wants you to ravage chicken

 

or that mustard works for the

hotdog that really wants you

 

or garlic points you to

the bread that slinks its way

past the door of your mouth

to make love in your oral abode?

 

you know I’m desperate

when I blame seasonings for affairs

 

while forgetting

 

some become

the stomach’s lovers

 

before marrying a heart

 
 
 

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