she stands
at the stove
humming
a nonsensical song
while keeping an eye
on a series of
bubbling pots

this is the moment
i yearn to slide
behind her
wrap my arms
around her waist
smell the scents of cooking
with the smell of her hair
as i place a soft kiss
upon her ear
while whispering

i love you

we both know
it doesn’t end
there
as hungry fingers
explore
as she collapses
back against me
with weak knees
and
quiet moans