Parties

The music fades
Glasses clink
People hobble around
Trying to make conversation

Spotted... finally
Our eyes meet
What glorious dressing
I just start to drool

All I need to do now
Is get to you first
Lest, someone will devour you
And you won't last

I pick up my plate
Not wasting time on cutlery
My hands enough
For you, my dear Biryani !!!!

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