You are sitting at your desk, working.
The door opens.
From the sound of the footsteps and the smell of
tobacco and aftershave you can tell that it's me.
I don't say hello, I don't come into your room. I go straight
into the kitchen. Dimmed from the wall and the door, you
hear me opening cupboards, handling bowls and spoons.
The fridge opens, the oven. The mixer is running.
It takes almost an hour and you forget about me, fully
concentrated on your work.

After some time the noise stops, you don't realize this.
I still don't address you.
Minutes pass by, nothing happens. Very faintly a smell
starts to spread in the house.
At first you are not aware of it.
Only when it reaches such an intensity that you are already
surrounded by this odor do you begin to realize
and a smile reaches across your face.
Then you hear footsteps as I'm coming into your room.
My hand reaches over your head, slowly covering your
eyes, pushing your eyelids down.
You close your eyes and turn yourself around.
I softly kiss you and my hand reaches to your mouth,
tenderly opening it. You taste my fingertips....
sugar....powdered!

My fingers move away and come back...putting
some crumbs on your lips....your tongue reaches
out, licking them in.
Chocolate...with an oh-so-light smell of rum.
Only crumbs of it.
Enough that you feel the urge to get more.
Again my hands move away, come back...it is hot...
it smells...coffee! Fresh brewed, Columbian....I let you
sip a bit...the taste mixes perfectly with the aroma of
rum and chocolate that is already in your mouth.

Your eyebrows move up, asking if you may open your eyes
again. My hand moves to your eyes, keeping them shut.
As I open your mouth again....my hand reaches down and
you feel a whole piece of cake on your lips.
You open your mouth widely and feel the cake with your lips,
smell it and taste it. There is something more, something
feels moist...and a little bit sour...You take
a bite and you feel your teeth going through the hard
crust, reach the soft inner part, meeting some cherries.
Your tongue divides the crumbs, your molars mix
the fruit with the dough, the taste of sugar, chocolate, rum
and cherries mix to a sublime creation. The taste fills
your mouth and reaches right into your consciousness.

A taste that leaves no room, fills you out.
No nerve in your mouth is not touched and completly satisfied.
And then I let you sip on your coffee again! I love you.