Tag: cooking

Walking into the kitchen to an explosion of flower and sugar.  Seeing your wiggling bottom as you dance around baking for Daddy, not aware I am standing there in the archway.  Your body covered as you sprinkle chips in the batter and stir.  A soft tune hummed on your lips as you give your own bottom a smack leaving a hand print.  That pulls a deep laugh from me as you turn and your cheeks grow flush.  “And what a beautiful site to come home to, you look delicious babygirl” I watch you bend extra low to slip the cookies into the oven.  You turn and strut your way to me and drag your fingers down my shirt.  “Wait till you taste me!”