A Recipe

I dislike cooking.
But I've got a recipe for you.
A soup.
Now you'll vouch for its taste like how I seasoned it with lust, and add some sauteed freshness of mar.
And as the bouillon spoon touches your lips, I'd whisper in your ear to say, "I felt--so when you're around I won't.
I've no right to feel but that doesn't mean I don't."