You’ve baked brownies laced with the taste of love.
You’ve kept the temp right always between us.
A tug of war with who adores who more.
So I did the dishes and you dried them off.
I see the twinkle in your eyes bating your lashes.
We moved closer and closer with lip locking magic.
The feeling I got was instant like a hot bowl of beef ramen.
I instantly insisted that I already knew what was next.
Oh…. I was wrong…
You stopped what you were doing and reached into the fridge to grab a can of whipped cream.
You turned around bright eyed with a smile and ran up the stairs like this was a dare.
The truth that I follow behind was a trail of your clothes that hit every three steps.
Your bra at the top of the stairs was the last clue prepared.
I opened up the slightly cracked door to her you softly day come on.
Ive never seen a human ice cream Sunday pretty pleased with two cherries on top.
I didn’t even matter that she got her cream all on my new sheets.
Didin’t come out of the can though…