A Bake

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

Oh!

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.