By B.K.
Date: 2002 Mar 22
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Feasting on You

In your arms love is though
Butter melting in a frying pan
Slowly swirling
With a creamy texture
And very delicate aroma
With just the right temperature
As not to burn the delicious flavor
Add a tablespoon of sweet sugar
A pinch of cinnamon spice
My senses are reeling
Just begging for more
Some long sliced bread
Creamy white milk
With runny eggs
Ooh la la French toast
Mmmmm now we are cooking
Fry me till golden
Kiss me quick
And pass the maple syrup!

B.K’s first cooking poem