The grill of iron
is rolling
It is grilling sauces and spices
For a tummy-chilling food.

The grill is rolling…
with mist and vape
Which grows hunger and thirst,
as if
Slices of onion slide in the jungle of
The Extravaganza pizzas.

The grill is rolling
The warmest hug of the season in a cold winter right near to me. I feel a pair of gloves delivered
The Chocolate Lava cakes in my sight. I hold a pair of lava cakes
filled with chocolate dip and extra sauces.
I hear the crackle of the oven-baked flower.

All hungry lovers disappear;
Silence appears last in the closing hour.

The grill glides to stop slowly.
It left hungry lovers to fall into a sweet sleep in the morning.