Oh flank steak, on the grill, looking so yummy, bound for my tummy.  I look at you and I think about how good you will be in my belly.  I want to kiss you, but I need to wait for you to cool down.  Oh boy.  I smell your marinade on my hands, wine and soy and honey and yum.  I need to stop talking now, as I will be cutting into you in moments.