I Bit My Lip

I bit my lip
wanting it to feel
the sting, the retort
not denying it
what my hands felt
as I gathered the
burning nettles
of my morning soup,

Alas, alas
those green devils
losing their bite
when meeting
the boiling water
denying others
the numbing feelings

I considered then
a bit of salt
to rub into
the wound
thus making the recipe

Lately, Attraction

The wiles and ways
of women close to me
not suffering the whims
of unrequited love,
nor drowning in unsavory thoughts
of lust, or boiling passions,
being steered, only
by the presence of such trifles
in making such a simple thing
as brownies, using ample amounts
of sugar, and butter
baked to perfection
with love being, just a bite

My Morning, Temptations

My morning
eggs looking like eyes
two, tempting the chili
burning in my mouth
to play with it,
keeping my varied tastes
apart, letting them
distinguish between the good
and the evil of their company
knowing that in the end
they will devour each other,
such is life, regardless if those eggs,
two, winked or blinked,
or, winced
as the chili burned my eyes
and the egg yolk ran down
my freshly pressed orange juice

Carrot Cake, or Not

For her
a carrot cake, making
a small decision, I took
for pleasing her, with no ulterior motives
what she chose not to believe
of me,

Baking a cake, or making soup
no nobler tasks from one to another
unless she suspected, that I
desired her ever most greatly
to fall for the one of her dreams
right here and now
in my love kitchen

The sugar, was acceptable
and the frosting as well,
but drawing the line, she did
at tasting the finished product
in its most raw form, existing

I just stood there
sporting my most sexy oven mittens
and ruby red apron, shouting of passion
while she waited and watched
and counted the minutes, the seconds until
the elegance was complete,

While waiting and watching, standing there
admiring her with my half-baked ideas
wondering if forgetting to add the can
of crushed pineapple would cause us to part
before the final product of our love
had cooled enough to eat?

Watching her expression
her lips of passion, her eyes afire
while the epitome of elegance
being the cake, or her?
chose that moment in time
to seal my feelings for her
not unlike leftover cake,
burned in the pan

Never to let go

On Her Mind

On her mind
the simplest of all
he waited and watched
her eyes light up
when he entered
the room,
Surprise!, he might
have yelled, waiting
for her accolades,
the tight embrace,
the promise of pleasures
of the night,
The joy she saw
the ultimate of her
Chocolate Truffles,
tied with bow, red
sealed with a kiss,
She reached out
wrapping her arms
around his body, pushing
his bewilderment out,
slamming the door
thus enjoying her
carnal desires,
her chocolate pleasures