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By Briana Kassia Date: 2009 Apr 13 Comment on this Work [[2009.04.13.21.43.17026]] |
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we spread the sheet like a table cloth and take our places with eager anticipation and the first remove is served your mouth my hands, your skin on my skin a banquet of flavours and textures a joyous celebration of the sensual warm, cool, icy hot, the temperatures flow as we find our rhythm sweet, sour, savoury, salty richness of flavours exploding mouths enraptured, eyes wide with delight enjoying, savouring, celebrating our feast and once we are done, replete with love and content flooded like the river valley sighing in delight and wanting the taste of more, but unable to lift a finger for it and in the midst of plenty we cry for the famine just past and that about to come |