Yes, I’m at it again, aren’t I?
My mind’s in perpetual idea mode
If you consider my culinary skills an act of heart-wooing
Your affections tell me you’re sold,

They say a man gifted in the art of cooking
is never at a loss for a woman’s company
Because she has two palates that need satiating:
Physical/Emotional appetites–part of the summary,

I’ve written down like a generations-long recipe
What it is both your heart and mind require
You want to be pampered during these holidays
and I so abundantly possess the desire,

Did you awaken to sweet thoughts this morning?
I left an autumn note at the edge of your bed
Buried beneath fragrant leaves from your favorite season
Symbolism of what needn’t be said,

Tonight we’ll go easy, put your feet up
I’m making hot tea with a chase of brandywine
You wanna cuddle with a movie by the fireplace?
It’s ThanksPampering and, woman, you’re mine. All mine.