My tasty crispy misty fish
You , my most adorable dish
Grant me this one wish
Slicing your oily flesh
Crunching your tasty bones
Your sweet stew warms down my throat
You poked at my lips as I diced you with my fork
The aroma left me senseless
Gracefully lying on a plate , I thoughtless
I've run out of saliva
Needed no appetizer
No salt nor pepper
Juicy , made me tipsy
Crunchy , more than hungry
Quench my thirst
This of you I ask
©fredrick o
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