Too Late To Resist

My favourite sport Serena on the tennis court My ace in a pot The plate on your stove red hot Brimming with smells of exotic aroma A vivacious spicy persona The makings of a new recipe to taste I'll be your chef for the night Fingers clenched like a net Slave to your tether like a pet I’m about to play Russian roulette With a fork and an omelette Attracted to red, I reach for the heat It burns too deep, too sweet Surely this means stop Boiling I’ve lost my top And found your spot In this steamy plot I love the taste of meat Marinated in fiery sweat My taste buds receive a treat Mouth drooling, body dripping wet