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DESIREWhat's in my mind? My bowl of mountain river; silver-head shrimps. I have been roasting you all afternoon And now how I wish I could munch you;   Crunchy brown- with slightly over pinched table salt And a remote tinge of tropical lime drops. What's in my mind? The surge of glutton that is filling my gut, The watering of my mouth at the very thought of you. Oh my bowl of mountain river silver-head shrimp. Not wee bits of mercy have I, tonight. Whatever is in my mind is the wrath of Achilles. Charmed by your aroma I pant for a mouthful after a mouthful of your bristled little chunks. Like a lion snaps at the smell of raw blood..... So am I at the thought of you. © blessingtone Jan.6, 2018 5.41pm Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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