Oh but you are … so..so deliciously, teasing me
with your farm fresh bright
Shall I flip you over-easy?
Your lascivious ooze shall remind me of my haste
I must be patient
Or prepare a little bath and let you linger to poached perfection
You deserve a pedestal for your perfection
And softly, softly I shall indulge
But shall I have the patience?
Perhaps just throw you down
And scramble your senses
Until you are
What happens when you are preparing dinner, feeling poetic and letting your mind wander all at the same time. 😊