In the kitchen
They are opposites
The woman preferring to stick with a recipe
While the man wants to create something new.
She wants perfect order
He wants spontaneity.
When she cooks, she desires not to be disturbed.
He, such a trouble maker, wants to distract her all together.
Sometimes succeeding, other times slapped
Both man and woman know the outcome.
For in the bedroom they are one
One body, one breathe, one love
Four hands, four lips,
A multitude of sweet nothings.
All of the woman’s rules are broken
All thoughts of inhibitions thrown to the wind.
The man is now careful, gentle, and hesitant
Knowing he must control every step of this journey.
Who knew that two people could change so much,
From the first room to the latter.
The hallway forming the only barrier
Between two people and one love.
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