You were here,
Seated right next to me,
Eating slowly,
Savoring every mouthful of my homemade African delicacies,
That I had prepared specially for you,
You ate to your full,
And your face was fixed with a merry grin,
I cleared the table and walked to the kitchen,
Where you followed and held me from the back,
Turned me around,
And looked right into my eyes,
You claimed to be performing a ritual,
“To kiss the cook when the food is good”,
You lowered your lips onto mine,
My heart somersaulted,
My feet and arms were wobbly,
My brain stopped working,
And as I struggled to steal a breath,
During this long and sensual kiss,
I suddenly woke up!
What a dream!