Kitchen Glory

Kitchen Glory. In loyalty she serves them with. The pots,and pans sings her praises. No doubt, they are lovers. The seasonings are ready to embrace the meat/chicken and beautify the taste, to have an unresistable outcome. The aroma wakens the sleeping worms in my stomach, leaving them in disagreement. Struggling to have a taste of it. In her touch, the disunity between my stomach and I, settles. We come in agreement after a bite. My tongue and teeth goes in disagreement when battling who would take it down my throat. In her touch, roaming hunger of spirit rest in peace, and burry itself in the dinning table.