culture

his hands, — silver cutlery
shinning like a multiethnic culture

her body, — golden plate
on his flowerbed with parrot-tulips

their whispers, — regal treat
driving 'em to desired fashion menu

giggling, —
the explosion of their noisy silence
confess the appetite of their love

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