Butter Chicken

Felt like a bloated python the whole of yesterday,

And woke up with the delicious aroma of butter chicken under my nails today,

Before you ask, of course I bathed, twice yesterday,

And so far, once today,

Why the smell then you wonder,

Because the saucy gravy, I decided to plunder,

We became one, the butter chicken and I,

For those delicious 5 minutes, we faced each other eye to eye,

There was love in every bite,

I drowned my garlic naan in that decadent gravy, until it was no longer white,

Heck, I couldn't even taste the garlic,

There was only butter chicken in every lick,

What a blissful Sunday afternoon I had,

There's some more of that gravy, yet to be had,

I can't wait for lunch today,

Although I must admit, I'm still full from yesterday.