Starving fingers frantically flip the delicate pages.
Darting eyes chase the words like a famished predator chasing its prey.
Salivating nose savours the scrumptious smell of the pages and the plot.
Patrolling ears sharpen their knives for trespassers who dare to disrupt the trance of reading.
Curious tongue tastes the enigmatic seasoning of the tales, deep into the taste buds.
Sensitive skin cherishes the blooming goosebumps in every unseen twist and turn. 

My ravenous senses await the world-class cuisines.
But not from any posh eatery.
Or the sweet home's easy kitchen.

They are served in bookstores and libraries,
waiting for bibliophiles to lift their cloches.