My husband cooked me a quiche when were dating. It was sooo good that I wrote this piece for him. When he cooked me one today, I had to reach back and bathe in some libidinous memories. From time to time, I will use Fridays to share something from my poetry collection. Get your best recipe out. Make a quiche.
Umm, umm good!
MAKE ME A QUICHE
In the kitchen feeling frisky, wanna snuggle, not to cook,
Aint no recipe that fits this, in my Betty Crocker Book
So I guess I need to come up with a dish that fits the bill
Something hot, really spicy that will give us both a thrill.
When I flip down the pages, the first thing to catch my eye
Is the picture of a savory, sausage quiche custard pie.
From instructions to ingredients, it seems simple all enough
I just need a place to mix things, gather up my foods and stuff.
In the bedroom, come I tell you, cooking quiche will now begin
But, we really cant get started till we lying skin to skin.
Pull me close and hold me tight, move your body just so slow
This will be the flavor seasonings used to make the juices flow
Like the crust that lines the bottom I will lay beneath your heart
As the heat from our two bodies rise to bake this work of art
Then, to cool upon the racks of love and wait to fan the flame
Should our quiche turn out underdone, your body is fair game!
for my husband, cjw. 2013.