They’d been through the town two years ago
And Dean had spent a weekend with a lady who had just opened up her own bakery
It’s the perfect combination, Sammy, sweets and sex
Dean had grinned when he grabbed his duffel
It was a weekend that came back to him now
Now that he was standing in the bakery
Smelling of warm butter and cinnamon.
There in the display case were all kinds of treats
Candies and tarts and cupcakes and cookies
a little sign that “Dean’s Pecan Pie,”
and oh, he started salivating right there
Because he remembered that pecan pie- the perfect mix of caramelized nuts and flakey crust and spices
and how he had eaten the filling off her soft belly and breasts and-
And he was at the front of the line
And he ordered a whole pie:
Want one? I bet you do! (Although I might have to do it tomorrow)