Being smothered
in a thick layer of flattery....

...that's all I want, honestly.

I want you to lay it on me thicker than the chocolate frosting on my fingertips, to choke me with sprinkles of compliments until I get dizzy from the sugar rush and collapse in your arms.

I want cavities. Lots of them.

But only you can give them to me.

So get cracking those eggs, babe. You have a lot of baking to do.