Amongst all the junk mail,
there was a letter…
describing summer.
SOUP & SEX-LIFE.
The Chef’s Wink.
“NOTHING HERE YET.
THAT’S PART OF THE RHYTHM.”
Amongst all the junk mail,
there was a letter…
describing summer.
SOUP & SEX-LIFE.
The Chef’s Wink.
There is a version of warmth
that meets the soft risk.
“Should I have said that?”
Curiosity… without consequence.
Or
a little closer than usual.
It might have been a mistake…
but not a bad one.
SOUP & SEX-LIFE.
The Chef’s Wink.
SOUP & SEX-LIFE.
The Chef’s Wink.