Though the depressing coldness of December
plunges the kitchen's temperature deeper,
yet this heart of mine beats hotter and faster,
totally aroused while grilling chorizos for dinner,
querida, this culinary version of mine, our
union will surely live longer till forever.
A pound of lean ground pork's meat,
emotionally marinaded in parsley, salt,
garlic, onion, pepper, honey in love's blast,
and funnelled in dried pork's intestine just
for a little bit of classic spanish twist.
Tonight you will be sleeping on my chest,
your thought will still dream about
the vegetable salad with vinaigrette, sweet
and sour with simple mustardized burst,
in the middle of sensuous kisses, our moment.
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