Tenderized

As the tenderizing tenderloin rub his meat. The antibiotics circulated through his veins ran down beneath his feet. The taste is off but memorizing my mouth, as I swallow his flavors I began to have doubts. Marinating over night with different flavors, as he leaves the fridge I lay to rest. I overshadowed the instructions to meat the end, I grab the brush to serenade the mood. I rub down the kinks. He's at his peak, as the aroma sets in; my mouth waters as his meats slides In. The juices are warm as I expected the timer has one second. I climax as the time vibrates to the end I enjoy every bite until the very end. I tenderize that meat well that day.