Or How Passion Learned Her Place...
As a snow world swirls its furious freeze,
As a wood warm cabin, care & cumber relieve,
A work worn man now pushes his plate,
Full, yet unfulfilled by the fruit of the day.
Stands, stretches, searches the room,
Discovers, delights, the draw of perfume.
Something still simmers over the fire,
Tempting a taste, kindling desire.
As berries burn red and bubbling run over,
As a cast iron kettle jealously just holds her,
A will-renewed man will now have his treat,
But rashly reaching in, he halts at the heat.
Decided, determined, devises a way,
To get what he wants, but not have to pay.
Smiling, conniving, cleverly careful,
Guarded and gloved, he now grips the handle.
As sting soft steam kisses thirsty thick skin,
As a garish garnet glow calls the hunter within,
A mild method man fills a fork with etiquette,
And calmly cools a crushed cherry with circumspect breath.
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