My Stew Conch
Made to perfection
He put you before me
Browning, slowly and slowly
Each moment, just for me
Flavorful, yet so rich
Your combination of spices
Personality, beauty
Sparks a feeling I can't explain
Each touch, the more I want
Each word, the more I see
You were made, just for me
My Stew Conch!
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