Ali’s Kebab House

Ali… It was late, I was hungry and I had to know if you were for real. Your menu depicted everything a fast food, late night takeaway should. Fish and chips, kebabs, fried chicken, all the badness a young man needs. You are no different from any other kebab house. It is late night dirty food and we both know it. You also know how much I love it. The addition of coleslaw to my kebab roll only fed my desire to devour you completely. Sucking the grease from every strip of chicken within that soft bap. Tepid mayonnaise dripping between my fingers, I lick it off lovingly. I enjoyed my kebab a little more than I should. Yet you are just like the others. In the heat of the moment it seems there is no one in the world but you and I. Yet in the cold sobriety of the morning, I feel tainted by you. Like all the others, that wash of guilt runneth through me. I’d love to say I will never see you again, yet I know I will be back… someday.