She’d been told the way to a man’s heart, so she brought him fresh baked bread wearing only red oven mitts and a smile. She was aiming lower.
Her hands wrapped around – kneading, massaging, pulling, stroking. Risen and warm, her mouth would be filled soon. Very soon.
(Note: Yes, I exceeded the 140 character Twitter limit on both. I could have made the limit by leaving off the periods, but wouldn’t that be missing the point?)