Come On In My Kitchen

Come on in my kitchen

Dontcha stand outside

Come on in my kitchen

Good things inside

My joy and pride

C'mon.

Some dishes are meant to simmer slowly

Others must be quickly seared

As if the skillet's touch

Were almost too much

Look here...

You are so sweet

Kiss me

Kiss me

Feelin it from my eyelashes

Down to my feet.

The afternoon has gone late and hot

Go on, slip out my back door

See you at the sunrise

Baby, never mind

The sugar on the counter top

The flour on the floor.

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For Bice, as always. No crappy plastic measuring cups were used in the creation of this poem.