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kitchen prayer

Let me not forget the delights
found in 'duties that are sweet'.
Let the pleasures found in the rituals
of making tea and warming scones,
hold me tight.



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Cate wrote:kitchen prayer

Let me not forget the delights
found in 'duties that are sweet'.
Let the pleasures, found in the rituals
of making tea and warming scones,
hold me tight.

Hello Cate, I don't think we have "met". Welcome to the Forum.


This is an extraordinary coincidence. I have dug up a poem sent to me by an amorous admirer when I was Semi-Amateur Champion of the Toronto Free-Style Greco-Roman Underwater Naked Ironing Area Preliminary Knock-Out Sudden Death Heats in 2012.

She wrote, in blood as it happens,


kitchen player

"Let me not forget Turkish Delight
sticky and so sweet
give me pleasures, in my vitals,
of making love to me and vibrating cones ,
take me tight."

I have no idea what any of it meant as I was very innocent back then and studying in my spare time to become a virgin. I always intended to ask her but every moment we spent together was taken up with unnatural practices and electrical appliances.

Thank you for bringing back the memories.

If you do find out who "wrote" your little "piece", so-called "Cate" tell them a plagiarism on both their houses.

Yours in pottery

Sue

oh this is very weird ... my poem originally was about turkish delight, how the tongue likes to travels over the light icing coating searching for the flavour of the rose, but I thought there was something distracting from the kitchen in that, so I change the focus to scones.


hopefully I haven't unintentionally plagiarized some poor pottery.

oh no, although I soon dumped that particular admirer, her poetry lives on as she smeared it in blood on the ceiling and my ladder has broken and I can't clean it off. this woman was over 2.3 meters tall btw.

the similarities are indeed great and close to creepy. even down to the lovemaking ritual when she used to "foc us to hell and back" We even had our own little joke . She would say "what is the quickest cake to orgasm in the bakery, Sue?" I would answer "it's gone" like "sconnne". Do you follow (or only plagiarise)?

Cate wrote:kitchen prayer

Let me not forget the delights
found in 'duties that are sweet'.
Let the pleasures, found in the rituals
of making tea and warming scones,
hold me tight.

Only you cate, could make the kitchen sound a sensuous place to be... I like It!

Sideways wrote:oh no, although I soon dumped that particular admirer, her poetry lives on as she smeared it in blood on the ceiling and my ladder has broken and I can't clean it off. this woman was over 2.3 meters tall btw.

the similarities are indeed great and close to creepy. even down to the lovemaking ritual when she used to "foc us to hell and back" We even had our own little joke . She would say "what is the quickest cake to orgasm in the bakery, Sue?" I would answer "it's gone" like "sconnne". Do you follow (or only plagiarise)?

Sue - that is creepy as heck. from the strangely tall woman to the smeared blood on the ceiling, I think that I going to have nightmares about what might be in that bakery - maybe that will help keep me away from the cookies.

Karren B wrote:
Only you cate, could make the kitchen sound a sensuous place to be... I like It!

thank you Karren - I wasn't going for sensual but the kitchen is certainly packed with things that are pleasing to the senses. Perhaps you were picking up on the line I did plagiarize from Leonard - 'duties that are sweet' from the Book of Mercy #41

Bind me to you, I fall away. Bind me, ease of my heart, bind me to your love. Gentle things you return to me, and duties that are sweet.

I love that

Cate wrote

thank you Karren - I wasn't going for sensual but the kitchen is certainly packed with things that are pleasing to the senses. Perhaps you were picking up on the line I did plagiarize from Leonard - 'duties that are sweet' from the Book of Mercy #41

Plagiarism or building on an idea? Whatever you call it, it works for me!
xx

Cate wrote:kitchen prayer

Let me not forget the delights
found in 'duties that are sweet'.
Let the pleasures, found in the rituals
of making tea and warming scones,
hold me tight.

what a splendid picture you paint in my mind with this delicious little prayer, cate.
you whet my appetite for another portion. two lumps for me, and please pass the jam

Plagiarism or building on an idea? Whatever you call it, it works for me!

Whenever I find somebody elses stuff mixed in with my stuff I call it an homage and make sure I post it here (if it was Leonard voice whispering in my head)

whenever I've seen one of my lines mixed in with somebody else's stuff I call it an honour - I've had a few lines adopted and really enjoyed seeing 'my' line in a new home.

Geoffrey wrote: what a splendid picture you paint in my mind with this delicious little prayer, cate.
you whet my appetite for another portion. two lumps for me, and please pass the jam

Thank you Geoffrey, that a painter has said that I have painted a picture for him is a great compliment for me.

2 lumps plus jam - you have a sugar tooth don't you?
There's usually honey in my scones but I'll pass the jam for you as well, we have to keep you sweet.

Whenever I find somebody else's stuff mixed in with my stuff, I call it the natural aftermath of sex.

Two lumps anyone?

Sideways wrote:Whenever I find somebody else's stuff mixed in with my stuff, I call it the natural aftermath of sex.

ha, here it's called laundry - you Brits have some pretty unusual slang.

Cate wrote:Thank you Geoffrey, that a painter has said that I have painted a picture for him is a great compliment for me.

well, everyone is a painter, cate. it is a remnant we carry from childhood, a time when we were true artists. one just needs to dip brushes into colour and . . . voila! your talent for arranging words in a specific way, now that is something else
-gx

Geoffrey wrote:

Cate wrote:Thank you Geoffrey, that a painter has said that I have painted a picture for him is a great compliment for me.

well, everyone is a painter, cate. it is a remnant we carry from childhood, a time when we were true artists. one just needs to dip brushes into colour and . . . voila! your talent for arranging words in a specific way, now that is something else
-gx

Right he be Cate, us tell how manage do you, a talent quite indeedy.

okay - I'm backing out of the kitchen slowly,

be back on the weekend.

Cate wrote:okay - I'm backing out of the kitchen slowly,

be back on the weekend.

Wow, you must have a very well endowed kitchen if it is going to take you so long to back out of it. Or as Leonard sings, So long, Hairy Ann".