next time you succumb to your mutual desires,

when the night is deep and dark,

and your wife is sleeping soundly in the next room,

and the soft twinkling of the wind chime outside the open window,

brings in sweet gentle sounds with the summer breeze,

and the passion is burning together as one,

forbidden, but now a necessity,

to fuel the love your two souls can bring,

mother, in law, but also in arms,

as you enter her,

and feel her completely,

you whisper into her ear, so quiet, almost unheard,

"With cast iron pans, you can simply scrub after cooking and hit with some water, then dry off with heat on the stovetop, before rubbing it with a thin sheet of oil and a paper towel. You don't need to let them soak in the sync. Thanks!"