In a quest of oiling the cracks and the pores
The heat was turned up a notch;
Bonds moaned into existence, and disappeared
Only to reignite when flipped over;
The fingers pushed deeper into the skin
To reveal that the pita was optimum, (and)
The hummus could step out of the refrigerator.
But the fridge isn't a silent spectator
It laughs at the choices we're offered
Thus some Greek yogurt arrived on my plate
Mesmerized I noticed, the door opens to the left.
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