They say the path to the heart <br />is through the stomach. <br />I say 'amen' to this! <br />Give me a Frenchman <br />singing while he sizzles up <br />something buttery and bad– <br />in a good way, bad– <br />while I wile away <br />with wine on the couch. <br />Mama raised me right <br />with manners and meatloaf, <br />but this modern Millie <br />knows the key to true bliss. <br />There is nothing sexier <br />than a man in an apron– <br />assuming, of course, he is <br />actually cooking.<br /><br />Lori Boulard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/frenchmen-in-aprons/
