cuisines...

From hand to mouth, the good food will be traveling down south.


Oh how I love true,
down my throat I shove you.
You are my love,
as well as my hate drove.
Resisting you is futile,
on my face you put a smile.



This love affair must break,
first let me eat the last cake.
The last cake was yesterday,
everyday seems like a birthday.
On I keep eating,
all this good food is self-defeating.



This is a setup,
my resistance has gone corrupt.
The more I resist,
the more you insist.
You got me going,
even though I know what I'm doing.



Or do I,
each day I bearly get by?
To me it's eat or defy,
surely I find you hard to deny.
Just like sex,
you have me in a hex.



Sex was God fixed,
together appetite is so mixed.
We never have a chance,
lifes a good and bad romance.
Until the very end,
there's hardly no dividend.



Chomp!