Perfect Meal

pouring the mixtures into the flesh,
waiting for the smells of it so fresh,
boiling with desire in the pot,
steam rises showing its hot,
perfection put into the meal,
for his love put into a heart to steal,
tasting the pieces as he prepares the food,
forgetting to put a rose thinking he is rude,
then wheeling it in to her waiting in the chair,
as he takes off the tape pulling back her hair,
offering some soup first by a spoon in his hand,
pushing it in her mouth before it gets cold and bland,
taking the rope from her wrists so she can eat,
he gives her a fork and cuts up her meat,
pointing to it so they can have a date,
as she takes a bite while he ate,
sick twisted mind of kidnapper that sits,
as she eats the sweetened tender bits,
he watches her consume his salad,
while playing music of an old rock ballad,
moving closer he whispers in her ear,
adding his hands to her growing fear,
she takes the knife and stabs him quick,
as he falls back spewing red and sick,
she frees herself as he asks her a question,
'how was the meal?" after her ingestion,
"good" she answers and runs out the door,
as he lays dieing on the cold wooden floor.