Below is the poem entitled My Meat which was written by poet
Wilmot. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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You beat my meat and blow my mind
Later, you overwhelm me
With every single grind.
Cranking and cranking
Untill my hunger roars.
When you turn around in that apron
I adore your every curve.
I like it hot and juicy
Alittle pink in the middle.
I can't wait to see that steak
Hit that hot cast iron skillet.
Put some onions on that steak
Perhaps a few mushrooms too.
Girl, you know I love your cooking
But I love my desserts too.