Fusion food at its finest.
My name.
Is Ricardo.
I will be.
Your server.
Before we start Stockinged toes intrude.
I will describe Not my wife’s.
some items Maneuvering.
not on the menu.
We are offering a Calf.
lemon Thigh.
vodka ...
fettucini
done lightly Hand inches under fabric.
in a splash of virgin
olive oil over ... Lace pantied expectation.
as an appetizer
or an entrée ... Marinated in hope.
brushed with
almond butter, grilled ... To imagined perfection
at the end of every
broiled ... fingertip landing
baked ...
sautéed ... simmering skin
appetizer/entrée Cajun barbecued ribs
eightfifty
singed flamed crushed her husband
strained mashed boiled my wife
burgled werst vork tel sprinkled with
walgrus hortense panopoly seering passion
weasel bandaid refried ... or just
hot and sour ...
new potatoes on the side.
1990/1997
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2 comments:
Owl Meat GreatestGame,
I think I read a scene like this in some Harold Robbins novel (The Carpetbaggers?).
Your version is much more literary. And effective.
Why thank you LL. This is all just crap from the vault. Presented with minimal self-loathing for entertainment purposes only without regard to quality.
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