I love his omelettes
06/26/2015 12:49
I love it when my lover the Chef makes me an omelett
when my Chef kneels down before his refrigerator
I feel the foods respond to him in anticipation
he is a scientist praying
and the fruits and vegetables and animals are getting all excited
What will they become? because of him?
And when my Chef kneels before me
I feel a flood of sap blooming me
His eyes make me feel….
I am his warm basket
His kiss calms my excitement
His mouth allows me to discover
I am filled to brimming over
With a Chefs' dream ingredients
And I get all heart pounding-sweaty and start to moan
Who I become is in his hands
Who I become is in his mouth!
What my lover does with my heart in his eyes
his lust in his mouth
his self worth in his cock
is a domination
that breaks us both open
His recipee is tried and true
One thousand omelette experiments
One thousand women till he gets it just right
If I can just put my ego aside I must conceed
"Five stars!!!!!!"
Savory, salty,sour, tangy, bitter-sweet
I am the thousanth monkey
Now my Chef's recipee leaps all over the world
All the men taste and all the women are tasted simultaneously
Men are dazzled by their own powers to please
Women are becomming all new dishes
Men are bustling around in their kitchens
turning the frige and cuboards upside down
Now some are even roasting marinated bits over open fires!
we swoon as we eat our heavenly ambrosias together
And I shyly inquire…
"What"s for dinner???!"