A date in the lake

clouded thoughts, murky malls dinner will simmer, sinner will freeze, when the fins be assorted white not red, the recipe spells in a distance the aroma smells it's a fortuitous night meal culinary for the sole roaming is the trail, in the hearty soul of a round date, gone as she holds on my right rather a fork and knife switch Viola! it's a cutlery twitch I would smite, if the smith broken in and lick the fingers clean ease, the stomach belch with a sequel that never was but soundly, get myself to sleep it's a fish recipe night A date in the lake to remember # wounded writer #inking pen diaries