[RCL]

Always Dance in the Kitchen

I’m dazzled by her dance across the floor,
her beat the rhythm of a racing heart.
With restless energy, she makes her start,
glides to the kitchen pantry to explore.

With whisk in hand, she whips to slowly pour
some eggs with parmesan, the crucial part.
She tempts me with her culinary art
and sashays toward the oven’s open door.

Hips shifting high and low, a cheeky sway,
she slides her bright frittata (potatoes, eggs,
red peppers, onions) into our new Mugnaini.
In close embrace, caressing with my legs,

I dip her deep to stimulate romancing
and sweetly spicy after-dinner dancing.