Smelling the bread bake,
reminds me of your soft hands.
You make me hungry.
As steamy hot scent
escapes from that oven door,
I’m covered in sweat.
You pass me a slice,
hot with sweet, salted butter.
I burn my fingers.
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 7:43 AM UTC
Smelling the bread bake,
reminds me of your soft hands.
You make me hungry.
As steamy hot scent
escapes from that oven door,
I’m covered in sweat.
You pass me a slice,
hot with sweet, salted butter.
I burn my fingers.
