She stood in my doorway. Was she going to leave? I couldn't let her. The balloon in my trousers turned into a hot air balloon – and it was about to take off. Before it did... I needed her to stay a bit longer… just a little bit.

"Why don't you stay for dinner? I invited my mother over. Why don't you get to know her?"

Without saying anything, I closed the door and picked up her coat. I smelt it. My mind blanked. I smelt it again. I couldn't comprehend the overwhelming sensation that overtook my nostrils. It smelt so good, but I knew it was so bad. I threw it in my closet, and proceeded to chop the tomatoes. Where was she? Suddenly, I didn't notice her sneak up behind me. I felt something… perky. She was 2 feet behind me yet they pressed against me so strongly.

"Do you like to cook?" I asked.

She said yes and nodded silently. But while she said that her big, wide, voluptuous bosom agreed with her. It seemed her body… was ready.

"I will make my super secret family recipe. For starters... we can use those tomatoes." She began slicing and dicing a round, plump, tomato one by one. The way she handled the knife... she knew just how to wield the power she held... over me. I felt so helpless. She had me on a leash. Why? Why did I feel so... attracted? I would do anything for her. But, why do I feel like I will never be able to make her mine? You have to tame the beast before you let it out of the cage.

When she was slicing the tomatoes, I followed her demands and put it in a pan and then layered it with ground tofu... then tomatoes... and then... noodle... and then... tofu... and then tomato... and then noodle... and then tofu... and tomato... and tofu... and noodle. And I threw that bitch in the oven, following my princess's orders. Anything for my princess! When it came out, we seasoned it in ranch sauce and oregano. This was a true masterpiece. Making this with her, I realised she could really cook a... mean tasty lunch. A family recipe passed down through to me. Was I... family? I could hope that I was seen like that through her eyes. For I prayed to the stars every night to make progress with this appealing, attractive, delightful, desirable, enticing, erotic, fleshly, indulgent, lubricious, luxurious, pleasing, salacious, sensuous meal of a deal woman.

"Well that was good cooking, good eating' good loving" I said.

"Speaking of loving…" she started. She never finished her sentence with words. She smoothly walked towards me. She pressed her warm body against dining table and mine, her chin fit perfectly on my shoulder. I felt her heart beat…..as cool as calamine lotion, on the other side my heart was drumming "don't fear the reaper" with WAY too much cowbell. Her smell was divine. A scent of freesias, clovers, and….. I can't seem to recall the name of that flower, it's like I am broken into many fragments: my heart is running dry. But my still blooming clover does not understand such things. Please. Just accept my embrace. The pure flower is swaying….Breaking through the night…the dream has begun.

" There is no such thing as eternity…so please stay with me….for a while" I gently whispered.

"I'll be your eternity." She wailed smoothly. She dragged her lips across my neck and brought her head up closer to mine. I could feel her breath against my lips as she brought them closer to mine. At the moment of contact she hesitated. DAMN! DAMN DAMN! Even though my lips touched pure, supple, bliss for 36 nanoseconds it was long enough for me to want… NO!... need more.

"Wha-what's wrong "I whimpered. Her eyes, they were fixed on my dining wear.

"Oh! Do you like my silver dishes? I won them for being the 9001th radio caller on the beat. Boy do I hate that station! Do you like them? They are beautiful….oh, but not as beautiful as you!"

"I-I-I" she stammered beautifully.

The door-bell rang. No grandkids for my impatiently waiting mother tonight, she will be disappointed.

"Stay right there" I pleaded as I dragged my feet towards the door. I opened it hesitantly.

"What the hell's the matter with you, I got two more wrinkles just waiting for you, why are you so ungrateful for what I've done for you. You should be glad that my genes made you so damn kawaii."

"Hi mother, how's Dad?"

"He's dead, it's been 16 years, quit askin'!"

"Just checkin' mom, just checkin". Come on in, I've someone for you to meet!"

"No, I had enough of your anime pillows! Yer habits are gettin' excessive!

"NO MOM, NO I SWEAR LOOK! SHE'S REAL!"

We turned around but all we saw was the drapes flap from the open window in the pale moonlight. She was gone like a fart in the wind. But how!? Where!? My apartment was on the 23rd floor!

"Why am I not surprised she muttered…. And what is that in your pants!? I thought you said no more pillows! Don't make me get out the belt, boy!"

I completely shut out my mother. I felt an immediate withdrawal. I wanted to puke. I felt like everything I had, everything I've done EVERYTHING didn't matter anymore. Was this the end of it? Did she leave me off here to die slowly? I couldn't go on knowing that I will never feel so… so blessed. Was I naive to let myself believe that any mortal could ever be so happy? Was she really a god of destruction who wanted nothing more than for me to end my life? That's how I felt. All I could do was… believe…..believe in her tender gaze…..and if it was ever for me.