Make me a bowl of mint chocolate chip,
while I pose,
cursed on the counter,
cursed to love you forever.
mint sizzling on my tongue, until it stops,
and your eyes are level with mine,
kind, my sweet cerulean,
sending me wild, into the waves,
my palms find their way to your waist,
and, my God, your eyes are driving me mad.
You slide the spoon across a pool of melted mint chocolate chip,
it clinks, just a bit,
fine china on cheap steel,
then your lips are on mine,
and all I hear is a sigh of satisfaction from my soul.