A tap at the door ... ... ...
Oh how your gentle knocking stirs my pelvic floor!
I pause my binging,
And begin unhinging
The door and myself...
I pant; were
You the one with whom I spoke on the phone?
This smell, as I'd hoped
I feel like dancing.
An exchange of currency, words, and salivating warmth.
"My hunger for you, General, has never been so strong" I say, sounding sultry.
How I love this poultry.
At an affordable price
With a side of rice
And a little spice,
This vision of chicken in a glazed red
Has somehow embed
itself into my stomach's heart.
Even on a desert island, I could not part
With the highest rank an entrée bestows:
A General Tso's.