Hot Chilli
HOT CHILLI.
Dear Dinta,
You're the very flames of hell,
And I am an unworthy sinner,
Your's for consumption oh chilli pepper.
Your pose is like that of a beautiful snake,
A deadly mamba on the midday sun,
I am the careless foot,
Strike a bite.
Your smile is a lure,
Like bait on a twine,
Unresisting to a fish like mine,
Dangling, calling for just a bite.
For what crime do I deserve this fire,
Is it for the flat tommy?,
The dimples at both ends?,
Or the Everest behind that never rest.
You prove false to the saying that the glory of a woman is her hair.
I will count cautious the very beads on your waist,
Like an IMAM saying prayers,
Like a devoted catholic over his rosery.
There's a hunger in here,
And the diet is but one,
Far I shall travel,
For a dish like HOT CHILLI.
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