Sticky Fingers

Sticky fingers sliding around
In a circular motion
Slowly rolling on the mound
So good, I deserve a promotion

Dip my fingers in some more moisture
You should hear the squishy sound
My oh my this is torture
I drop my knees to the ground

I start to put the mounds in my palm
rolling them out almost flat
before the ending is eerily calm
now is not the time for chit chat

My breath hitches as I reach for the heat
and begin turning up the fan
making the lines look all neat
we are almost there my man

watching you spread out in the light
your curves begin to grow
now I must wait for my first bite
until your face has a golden glow

Okay people pull your dirty minds out of the gutter
I’m talking about baking cakes and cookies
While cooking I’m cleaning up the clutter
and putting away numerous books for rookies