The Taste of Christmas Present

Love is an offering of leftover homemade pâté, made with his own hands and Cuisinart, and snatched from the possible consumption by member of his family - who admittedly had little interest in the item which is, perhaps and annually, made as much for the pleasure of the process as anything else and we do know, of course, that any sadist worth his whip maintains a keen interest in the process as well as in his own eventual hedonistic pleasure -  said thick slice of ground and spiced and molded meats to be presented to his mistress for his pleasure in her pleasure.

She moaned.

And dispelled with any concern about indecipherable run-on sentences.