Post by goldenmyst on Nov 13, 2022 14:55:03 GMT -6
She Was My Hot Tomato Heaven Scent
“Hey this is the commissary kitchen and I am a cook, not a skin flick actress.”
“You wouldn’t really knife me.”
“It is a butter knife as a show of force but harmless. You aren’t afraid of a mere woman are you?”
“That blade could scar me for life.”
“You are acting like a girl. Be a man and quit fretting like a woman who broke her fingernail.”
“If you put down that steel I’ll give you a kiss.”
“Making a pass at me is pretty daring for a man who equates a butter spreader with a dagger.”
“That little table knife looks less menacing as your femininity looks more compelling.”
“Well if you want sugar, spice, and all things nice then you’ll find it in the pastry I am desperately trying to keep from burning in the oven.”
“Those crepes smell too good to let burn.”
“Listen, a silent movie from the nineteen twenties is showing at the theater. We can be the voice-over when you woo me with clever words instead of a come on.”
“What is wrong with physical pleasure?”
“Your obsession with my lip sugar is a hunger kind of like a vampire’s craving. Maybe I should bite my lip and draw blood so you can enjoy the kiss all the more. Why should I read Bram Stoker when I have a living Dracula for my husband?”
“You don’t see me salivating at the blood bank.”
“Hey, do you want garlic with your lasagna?”
“Of course, no pasta is complete without garlic.”
“You aren’t a vampire because those creatures are repelled by garlic.”
“If you kiss me on the lips I’ll fast for a day and you can donate the money for what would have been my portion to your favorite charity. You won’t feel like a charm bracelet on a flea market rack that way.”
“Treat me like a crochet afghan your Mama made that you would never sell at a flea market.”
“Honey, I wouldn’t trade you for an original Stradivarius.”
“Silly bean, you don’t play the violin.”
“No, but I love baroque music.”
“Did you marry me for my collection of Mozart albums?”
“Actually for your Vivaldi albums.”
“You joker. I knew there was a reason I wore my burgundy lipstick today. Pucker up, cowboy.”
“Hey this is the commissary kitchen and I am a cook, not a skin flick actress.”
“You wouldn’t really knife me.”
“It is a butter knife as a show of force but harmless. You aren’t afraid of a mere woman are you?”
“That blade could scar me for life.”
“You are acting like a girl. Be a man and quit fretting like a woman who broke her fingernail.”
“If you put down that steel I’ll give you a kiss.”
“Making a pass at me is pretty daring for a man who equates a butter spreader with a dagger.”
“That little table knife looks less menacing as your femininity looks more compelling.”
“Well if you want sugar, spice, and all things nice then you’ll find it in the pastry I am desperately trying to keep from burning in the oven.”
“Those crepes smell too good to let burn.”
“Listen, a silent movie from the nineteen twenties is showing at the theater. We can be the voice-over when you woo me with clever words instead of a come on.”
“What is wrong with physical pleasure?”
“Your obsession with my lip sugar is a hunger kind of like a vampire’s craving. Maybe I should bite my lip and draw blood so you can enjoy the kiss all the more. Why should I read Bram Stoker when I have a living Dracula for my husband?”
“You don’t see me salivating at the blood bank.”
“Hey, do you want garlic with your lasagna?”
“Of course, no pasta is complete without garlic.”
“You aren’t a vampire because those creatures are repelled by garlic.”
“If you kiss me on the lips I’ll fast for a day and you can donate the money for what would have been my portion to your favorite charity. You won’t feel like a charm bracelet on a flea market rack that way.”
“Treat me like a crochet afghan your Mama made that you would never sell at a flea market.”
“Honey, I wouldn’t trade you for an original Stradivarius.”
“Silly bean, you don’t play the violin.”
“No, but I love baroque music.”
“Did you marry me for my collection of Mozart albums?”
“Actually for your Vivaldi albums.”
“You joker. I knew there was a reason I wore my burgundy lipstick today. Pucker up, cowboy.”
