Warm, crusty French bread loaves, rich with butter,
With curly green salads, and melon,
Garden green cucumbers in thin, crisp slices,
And golden onion, served
With feta cheese, and red, red wine.

Smooth rich red tomatoes on my tongue,
Pungent, fresh scents perfuming the air,
Soft music, eating and laughter,
And love will linger there.

Afterward, his love will be
Very soft, sensual, delicious,
Silky hot and smooth
Like a gormet souffle.

Scarlett Treat
June 1,2007

Scarlett Treat

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