Dinner

She made dinner,
A work of art with her belt off,
Bends over to watch it simmer,
Showing a piece of what she's made of,
Could take a pic and post it on Twitter.

Like making love with her hands,
Every stir, every whip, she looks like a star,
Doing it so good, like she's doing it for her fans,
That's my girl when she makes dinner.

Slides off the lid and the steam leaves drops on her curves,
It gets hot and she knows she should pop off one button,
As I admire and anticipate, every nerve starves,
When she makes dinner, she turns me on.