My Meat
Last night,
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.
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