Clink. Slice. Sizzle.
You open the door and tell me
The whole world smells amazing
Preparations:
Maybe a carrot, pepper, leaves of kale
The aroma of Italian herbs
Over fresh mozzarella.
For more sesame seeds
Than you could find in a tub of tahini
You will find my love.
Love in each bite
Love in each brush of your fingers
Touch me as I turn the stove knobs
Kiss my neck as I drain the pasta
Everything you say melts the butter
Heats the ovens, broils the cheese
Finds us at the end of the fork.
October 6, 2012 at 11:12 am
Hot love-making kitchen poetry! Thanks, Brandy!
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October 6, 2012 at 11:20 am
Yes, totally! Ha! Thank you for the comment. I can’t wipe this grin off my face now *blush*
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