Sizzle that cherries on the pot.
I can smell the Aroma, is it hot?
Soft and Juicy... Should I make it spicy
or should I stop.

He stares at me, while I stirr..
Sweet, simple. He whispers something in my ear.
"Sssh... They're going to hear."

Dazzling some cinnomon and sour lemon. It must be my secret weapon... I mean, ingredient.

Soft is his touch, while I bite my lip.
Intoxicated by this love potion he wants me to sip.
I've added sugar. Sweet.
Not too much. Let me turn down the heat.
And not too less.
Those cherries matching my dress.

Three more minutes until my perfect stew is done.

He whispers, After this,
"We can have some fun"