The Ode To A Heavenly Soup Poem by Loreta Muskardin

The evening was tranquil and calm
We did not know what was to come
But when we entered 'Le Petit Blanc'
We found our destiny predetermined

Patiently seated at our corner table
We lingered till a waitress arrived
With pleasant smile, courteous look
She presented the magic Menu to us

Our ecstasy noticeably grew with each
New French word..new longing raised
Anticipation heightened, a soup was served
'Bon Appetite', our lovely waitress said

Delicious, green-coloured soup displayed
Garnished with parsley, a touch of cream
Aromas enthralled our every sense as we
Submerged our spoons into its very soul

Astonished moans escaped our mouths
' Oh, Eden, what gift this was indeed'
With each fresh sip, new moans escaped
Delightfully, sinfully of orgasmic sort

We devoured the soup, down to its last drop
Almost ashamed of obvious lust displayed
As the lovely damsel approached the table again
We politely asked for the soup's ingredients

She smiled and said, ” Thank Chef from Heaven
The contents on paper he has described
Mushrooms and rosemary are at its heart
With a loving touch of onions, cream and thyme'