You licked my spoon

I tasted your fork

You fed me carrots and I got you some asparagus

We fit into our little kitchen

The skies outside our window let us see some blue

You read to me at night

The next morning, I woke you up for a quickie

We went back to sleep

We got up

Then I made you some ciabatta

While you made me a cappuccino

American songbook on the radio

And the sun decided it was time to wound its twilight

Good night, my dear