Love. © Ryan Schierling |
"My darling bbq, I can't believe it's been less than 24 hours since I last saw you. I can still taste your juices on my lips, your smoky fragrance lingers on that white v-neck t-shirt I was wearing and I just can't stop... smelling my fingers. I don't mean to be ribald, barbecue, but your brisket is so beautiful it makes my breath catch in my throat and I am lovestruck, lovesick..." (To be continued...)
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