by Amber "V" Moonstone
you awaken to a heavenly scent
your nose shows you the way
to the Italian kitchen.
She's standing there at the stove
stirring her pot of sauce,
dressed only in a pinafore apron
and bare feet.
Not knowing what is more delicious
the smell of the sauce
or this Italian beauty
stunningly leaning over the stove.
You sneak up behind her,
and throw your arms around her waist
and kiss her on the back of the neck
sending chills up and down her spine.
she has a wooden spoon in one hand
and the cover of the pot in the other
helpless to any of your advances.
so you pull her apron strings.....
Now you fantasize about the ending and
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