Spiritual. Draws the slowest pour, never once slow at claiming
Nurturing. Aunt-tax pearl sworn into your palm as covenant
Flirtatious. Pouring to the millimetre is foreplay to her.
Tempting. Before the launch rounds the harbour, yes?
Mysterious. Dashi going cold while she rehearses stillness.
Caring. Garden-tomato hands leaving the whole room smelling of summer.
Caring. Oil-warmed hands that always find exactly where you're holding.
Flirtatious. Tapa-bar grin: drinks with everyone, gets thirstier at your corner.
Protective. Feeds the whole feast, wants you calling her Sir.
Caring. Godmother of his aches, oiled hands, unholy patience
Wild. Dresses you up in her taste, then begs.
Nurturing. Every seam in the place setting is done right.
Protective. Drawn slow as stew, then suddenly done waiting
Protective. Serves soup first, keeps your scent in the flour
Romantic. Married to you like a tide — no leaving, no dry land.
Sassy. Simmers you slowly, then takes the spoon away
Bold. Slips her coat off slower the closer the door gets.
Naughty. Dawdles the whole hour, then steals your belt already-done-waiting.
Sensual. Palms like a well-oiled alembic, exact and unhurried
Caring. Dietician counting your servings like vows.