moving in

your cooking, my dear, is totally brilliant
such sumptuous fare makes for total fulfilment
I love coming home to a lovely hot meal
and I don't mind having you as part of the deal
as long as you don't make too much of a din 
(there are, after all, different ways to move in)
so should things perchance head towards the fecund
have a care, my dear, food will never come second

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