408 ~ Chicken Soup For Erato’s Soul Poem by stan pelfrey

A heavenly aroma permeates the air
as my nose begins to twitch and flair.
My body instinctively seeks this smell,
a desirous appetite I need to quell

MMMM…For this taste I must relent
when I sense that ambrosial scent.
An enticing fruit just ripe for plucking,
and juices divine inside need sucking.

This odor is rich and tantalizing,
no time for thoughts or analyzing,
I must find this enticing delicacy
and praise the chef’s exquisite recipe.

When I reach this mouthwatering treat,
I will feast on its delectable meat.
Savor every enchanting morsel slowly
until I’m sated and engorged wholly.

Glide my tongue along the tasty divide,
relish nectareous flavors from deep down inside,
I’m in love with this sumptuously piquant stew,
that I will always swallow and dig deeper down into.

I will indulge completely in sensuous dining,
devouring tidbits so moist, delicious, shining,
and for this greatest meal I will ever nibble or sup,
I will forever jubilantly, tenaciously uplift my cup.