When I make dinner; jasmine rice fluffy as the clouds on a hot June afternoon. Curried pork with carrots and potatoes; ElDerado in a sauce pan. I imagine his hand on the fork his strong fingers each as they wrap around the handle.
Would he enjoy this meal? Would he become excited for the next meal I may make him? The sheer pleasure I would get from watching him go back for the next bite.
When he looked at me; with that gaze I have yet to see. Thoes eyes certainly decerning in any other occasion, soften in pleasure. The kind of pleasure you can only get from a full and sated tummy.
Imaging that gaze makes chills ripple down my arms and coil into my center. Would his lips turn up into a smile? Would he lick his lips? To tantalizing...the movement demanding my attention.
All I desperately want is to please my Master in every aspect I can. Cooking meals for him is only a small part of how I could service my Master.
As I stir my curry, I wonder, would my Master enjoy this dish?