Baking

I enjoy baking,
It is good when it is just me,
But,
It is great when I do it with you.

When I bake alone,
I just get flour everywhere,
Unattractively,
A mess.

When I bake with you,
You place the flour,
The sugar,
Specifically.

Hand prints on my ass,
Sugar on my lips,
Though we know it should just end up on our hips,
I’m sure it’ll just fade away.

Your sharp spank makes me howl,
It stings so nicely,
Such a beautiful burn,
A sign of things to come.

I can’t wait for what you have in store,
But first to the tasty treats,
And how sweet they are,
And how much they reflect our love.