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By Sharon Ann Philip

You make dinner on a lazy day

The drizzle of olive oil over garlic scented

Tomatoes, bleeding into a gooey mess

Tempered by the harmony of salt and pepper.

I set the table, wine glasses making a cozy pair

As we slurped spaghetti in unison, throats warmed

And tongues loosened. With smooth stimuli

Of flavours entangled.

We lay with bodies interwined

At ease amidst the greasy plates

By Sharon Ann Philip

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