A Recipe for Love
She was brown, like a Hershey bar.
Eyes like almonds...and she had a sweet tooth.
Hair like the finest spaghettini and tender cheeks (at both ends).
Breasts like melons, with luscious strawberry tips.
And a vagina like the most succulent
New Zealand green lipped mussel,
so utterly moist and fragrant...
She was a gourmet's delight.
And beautifully prepared -- in a word...
Can you now understand, my dear detective inspector,
why I found her so irresistible...?
Why I ate her?
By John Heron