Elementary Meals

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He prepared the best dish
one could think of: pasta.
Had it all worked out
in his mind, like Holmes
on his last stand,
desperately making every effort
to keep himself from making even
a single mistake to the one thing
that could seal potential passionate, burning love.
The sauce, rendered to near-perfection;
the pasta, soft enough to placate the critical mind;
the venue, shady enough to keep the sun
off their line of sight.
It's all set.
There they are,
in the shades of trees,
almost caressing them to 
a near-sleeping state.
He can't wait to let
what he created speak
for itself.
And speak it did,
as the sauce mixed with the pasta,
the very smell beginning to discombobulate
her into comatose lust - for the sauce-drenched pasta.
Before they know it, she has finished the meal,
once-starved and now thoroughly satiated.
He is surprised as well, all things considered.
Did he really make a meal this well delivered?
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Funny little poem, in my opinion! Word was "discombobulate". Enjoy!

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