our circadian rhythm

i watched her cook today
it's like clockwork
this is just like any other day
it's time for my dinner
i want to feel her soft skin
i thought of kissing her
i knew exactly where to begin
walking up to her
taking the spoon out of her hand
moving aside the strands
of her hair that covered her neck
i gave her small pecks
she turned around
and she kisses me with untamed adoration
i got on my knees and began dictation
while the sauce simmered
her body began to shimmer
her honey dripped into my mouth
stirring my tongue
leaving my plate clean
i told her “sit down my queen
let me finish making dinner”
she told me
“i knew i bagged a winner”