I like the way she does a finger play in her kitchen
Meat of a he-goat, female chicken
Her fingers tick the clock, a flock of naked salivas unlocked
my lock
Inhaling the aroma of her food, as I wait ‘n listen
She cooks with diligence, civility ‘n foresight
God knows,
She makes the
salivae in my mouth fight
They fight, arguing for her breakfast, lunch ‘n dinner
Factorizing my appetite
Inducing my
dish prime
I wish I never went to work, but I had to try
I like witnessing where she does a fish fry
I cry; saying
OMG! The meat is dry
Electrifying food, full of sweetness
Delicious madam
holiness
Egging in her classic finger-nest
Honey Madam hot-finger; my kitchen singer
Praise the Lord Hallelujah
You set me on fire, burning like a wire
I had to say, Jah, Haile Selassie....
Indeed, “yai taw ci yaye”
I like the way you select
Deject, elect and eject
When selecting you food items
Satisfying my mind’s hunger drawn in pattern
You’re My Best Cook
She I mean, LS (Lady Sowe) hook
Creamy, you got
me write books
Standing on my mind, as I held where you stood
I like the way you arrange your firewood
Burning my favorite soup
Committing a daylight coup
Jumping in my shadow’s umbra
Constantly eating your finger’s penumbra
Hissing like a mad cobra
Take off my bra, let me
kill a smoked zebra
In your kitchen days ,
Under the forest of your bay, my happiness is numbered
Mumbling the hunger, getting
younger
You cook everything, including you ‘n anything
Quite sure don’t you think?
Is your
cooking-pot is pink
You smile like a super-model
Being my lady ‘n role model
Expensive like a heavenly hotel
Not cheap like an African motel
Good dish connection,… Gamtel!
‘Yaay borom teh amulo morom’
I call you Gamcel;
You cook angels, jinn’s-chicken, ‘n grilled meat human
being
Taking my tongue in my stomach to places I’ve never
been
I like the way you sauté ‘n grill your chicken
Taking me in ‘n out of your kitchen
They say ‘Black is Beautiful’
I don’t doubt that
You’re the beauty in blackness
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