Mistress of spices

Walking down a street in Shaki
I met a mistress of spices
Her skin was so enticing
Her eyes were inviting
And her aura was captivating
I thought her fantastic
She fed me her spices
They teased my senses
Hmmm…..so tasty
I asked her secret
What gives a taste so priceless
She told me in whispers
The secret of her spices
Was the soul in her peppers
Birthed from a land so fruitful
And the heart in each flavour
Beating away in every mouthful

Image credit: This picture was saved a while ago and inspired this poem (spices or vegetables…..a matter for another day😉). Unfortunately cannot remember the source. If you know source drop me a message so I can update this page..😘

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