Food igniting their passion

She cooked him a meal
He praised her skill
She blushed a little
When he expressed his will
He wanted her to feed
The dessert with her hand
Just like a mother would
Water her little plant
She thought for a while
And decided to proceed
To feed her son-in-law
Her handmade sweet
From the bowl of rasgullas
She picked one up
And placed it in his eager mouth
Watching his happiness erupt
As it melted down his throat
She picked up another
And continued to feed him
Just like a mother
She loved the satisfaction
That came up on his face
When he held her hand at last
It made her heart race
Looking into her eyes
He licked her fingers clean
And that simple little gesture
Broke a barrier between
Holding her hand in his
He let his lips trail
From her fingers to her arms
He moved like a snail
As their eyes met again
They felt a strange pull
Before he moved closer
To kiss her lips full
She tasted the flavours
Of her own handmade sweet
As their lips parted ways
To let the tongues meet
With every second that passed
A new dimension was being added
Any doubts that they had
Were beginning to fade
She was still his mother-in-law
And he, her daughter's husband
But the call from their bodies
Left no more reluctance
And thus they went on
In the lustful chasm
One kiss after another
Igniting their passion
A passion which would lead to wonderful days.