Clumps of wet-smoke simmer in the pan, and slowly
lift to caress the outline of your breasts
as you cook, stirring spices in carrot, milk,
and cream — ingredients that conjure
recipes of hunger and passion. As you melt
sugar and butter and gently stroke
flakes of grated almond-shavings,
more clumps of perfumed smoke permeate through
the silk of your shirt — now transparent in heat —
painting the outer circle of the nipples
to a hardened edge, tasting the sweet
skin, the surface of the crinkled base,
to a creamed mouthful of untampered delicacy.
EN 
MK