She was wearing nothing but a smile
As I sat across the room
Staring at her blossoms.
The pink apron hung delicately on her long neck
Resting seductively across her ballerina-like shoulders
And stopped just above the lacy briefs
Yes, you guessed it, pink!
She spared me occasional glances
That smile could melt a frozen heart.
I walked over,
Picked three eggs
And cracked them open…
All the while staring at her red, bare lips
As she poured out flour into a blue bowl.
The egg yolk laid bare in a pool of albumen
And I stood still as she stirred it into a mixture.
The mixer sent sensual vibrations to her chest
As I watched with keen interest.
I snapped out of a certain reverie
As she poured the batter into a love shaped cake pan
And carefully placed it into the already heated oven.
A short while later
The pink themed room was filled
With a distinct vanilla smell.
My nostrils twitched accordingly
And savored the sweetness
While my lips were treated to tasty whipped cream-
Wait! Where did that come from?!
The curtains fell
And a very short while later,
The room was filled with the smell of burning cake.