There was this one time
I assumed to be the knife in her hands
Just as it came in length and strength
She handled it without flaw
She is made of experience
While I am made from steel and furnace.
We made up the kitchen
She had the right ingredients
She responded with nice thoughts
He responded to a nice touch
The woods and steels heated up.
While he came in stages
He bragged of his duress
She proved her prowess
All geared up for romance.