It was the meringue that did me in, I said, love, the bite into browned edges, the yielding to soft sweet foam inside. Favorite things. Luxuries like chocolate mousse between the layers, the génoise, the peonies surrounding the plate.
Cool sheets, dark room, the scent of your skin, your cool tongue teasing my lust left ajar. The contrast of textures, kindling of a kiss, wet, desire, yes, aching, restless.
I lied when I said it was about the cake.