- Erotic Poetry
- Slow Cooking
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Put the timer on
Cos this will be a slow boil
I cooking it pon
Oh good god
And sweet mother of christ
I laying it out pon yuh bed
Like a succulent fried pork chop
Pon a plate uh peas and rice
Wid garnishes
Yuh gine see all de colors uh de rainbow
When de sweetness hit yuh spot
Cabbage, carrot, cucumber, beet, okra
Gine circle yuh as yuh trying tuh control dah squealing
But yuh ass gine only enjoy dat feeling
Fuh a bit
Before the pipe get lock off at the base
Cos you ent wasting my watuh.
Til yuh kin breathe deep and smell the juices bubbling up just right
And my seasoning
All de wood mixed with natural spice
Stirring up in the meat
I gine mix it up nice
As any real chef know
Letting meat simmer on low
With an occasional sip of the sauce is
How you know when it's time
To get it out the frying pan
And into position ready to roast
In intense heat
So that when yuh digging in
The meat soft and giving and flowing and moist
And yuh feel like a boss
Cos yuh made the right choice
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