Aphrodisiac Instructions No. 07: Candy Apple

You tied that apron with nothing underneath Looked over your shoulder, caught me mid-breath Tie it tighter. Like last time? I meant the apron. With those eyes that said you lied You put an apple in my hand And pointed to the sink I had to ask you twice I thought Marines could think. Sugar in the saucepan Red dye on your thumb You reached past me for a spoon I forgot what I’d come to get done You handed me the wooden spoon Then turned the record down You always stare like that? Only when you’re around. Candy apple Red in the pot, green in my hand You’re making it real difficult To follow such a simple plan Slow turn, let it shine Let the extra ribbon fall Pay attention. You’ve already got it all. Candy apple You catch me looking back Then smile like my distraction Was the point of wearing that A measuring tape in the drawer You pulled it out by the end Check this apron at the waist. The fit could use a little help. I held the ribbon level You caught my eye in the glass You’re reading the reflection. The numbers aren’t on that. I checked and put the tape away You turned around to face me Now tie the bow a little tighter. Then stood there watching closely You could’ve done that. I know I could. Straightened out my crooked collar Like you thought I’d clean up good Your fingers stayed a second Then you reached past me for fruit Come on. We’ve got a dozen. I’m keeping up with you. Candy apple Red in the pot, green in my hand You’re making it real difficult To follow such a simple plan Slow turn, let it shine Put the finished ones aside Tell me what you’re thinking. Come here and find out. Candy apple You catch me looking back Then kiss me like you mean it And go right back to the batch You dipped the last one slowly I held the parchment flat You turned it till the coating settled Then stood it with the batch A little red across my sleeve A sticky spoon beside the sink You took the spoon out of my hand Before I’d even finished rinsing Leave it. That can wait. You pulled me by the shirt I finally caught the message Glad to hear it worked. You caught my shirt in both your fists And pulled me close before I spoke I’ve been dropping hints all evening. Apparently you need a fucking note. You kissed me, then looked at the stove Like it had interrupted us Turn it off. The candy’s finished. Come here. I’ve waited long enough. Put the spoon down. Kiss me like you mean it. I switched it off You took my hand About damn time. Yes, ma’am. You pulled me back before I turned Left your lipstick on my grin You could’ve asked me sooner. Don’t make me ask again. Candy apple Red on the counter, red on my sleeve You’ve got both hands on my collar And no plans to let me leave We made a dozen little reasons To stay up a little late Now the sugar’s on the parchment And you’re done with being patient Candy apple That first bite can wait You pull me down to kiss you With that same look on your face The tape’s still on the counter The record’s on repeat Forget the dishes. Then take my hand and lead Tomorrow, I'm bringing dinner. What are you making? Plans.