Front door

Close the front door,

Walk with me to inside,

Hold my hand and walk this far,

Show me how you cook the love.

A secret hidden in your ribbed sheath,

Show it to me dear,

I will hush it down in my breath,

Fasten it with promises of your.

Soft and melting, shiny and deep down crispy,

How do you cook best love in the world,

Into tiny pieces with ends conic and heads curvy,

Dipping, kneading and foliating with sweet words.

Close the every way,

In that bowl painted mauve,

Everything you mix with such care,

Show me how you cook the love.

 

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