I smell the bread baking
and I’m reminded of your soft hands
touching that fleshy dough.
You make me hungry.
As steam and hot scent
escape from the oven door,
I see our reflection in the glass.
My face is covered in sweat.
Though you give me a generous slice,
hot and sweet with salted butter;
even while the taste still lingers,
I want more.
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 9:08 AM UTC
I smell the bread baking
and I’m reminded of your soft hands
touching that fleshy dough.
You make me hungry.
As steam and hot scent
escape from the oven door,
I see our reflection in the glass.
My face is covered in sweat.
Though you give me a generous slice,
hot and sweet with salted butter;
even while the taste still lingers,
I want more.
