I want you – come into the kitchen -I’ll show you my recipe
with apron strings undone to my secret spices
I want to make it hot for you – the sizzle and the steam
to stir the juices slowly till the cream begins to rise
and the waters starts to simmer till they boil
in a roiling raging tangle
– that melt before your eyes -a sated tasty mouthful of surprise
I want to make you my ingredient
in dripping decadence
to fill my fondant full of you -the froth atop the fantasy
till your words become a poem and your tastebuds tingle time
I want you- in my recipe – of love