Bohemien Groove

Sweet delicious rhapsody
I took my fork and knife
Enjoyed myself a cut of déjà vu
My heart was pressured before

A curry twisted chicken crepe
The memory of all the greatest bites
Specifically crepes were in mind
The grandness of my taste buds conquered

I never knew that such a dish would be in existence
A curry chicken twisted crepe
Aside from that the mood set in tune
Musing my blood pressure down

Such a pleasure upon
This crazy sensation of spices
Yet mixed with sweet tastes
That the yellow lighting around

Enchanted the atmosphere aloud
The extra espresso ordered
Came alive in my mouth as if it were tot
A pounding in my heart

That knocked my joys out of direction
Spiraling gracefully into many contractions
Waves flowing back and forth
Hot steam swaying underneath my nose

So tasty beyond recognition
All my senses alive
My eyes taste along the floor to the ceiling
My ears can smell the wonderful conversations

My mouth sees another treasured bite
The nose peaking only wants to touch
Any resulting felt vapors
That would suffice my hunger

My ears then retract to the surrounding
Music so wonderful I am amused
I feel like I am on a vacation exploring
Pacified yet jumpy and excited

All in all a deacon of confusion
So great in all that the propulsion
Should continue but now
I have finished my last savory bite