She’s like spun sugar in my hands

and I ruffle at her touch

there are times I can’t handle it

 

because it tastes too good

 

Oh, I have a sweet tooth

and she’s like candy

that I can suck on and roll around on my tongue

 

because it tastes too good

 

There’s no way to explain

when something’s so delectable

you roll your eyes as it dances on your palette

 

because the texture’s right

like licorice or a chocolate egg

 

And she’s that way

hot cocoa on winter day

 

smooth and warm and sweet

like a piece of boston creme pie

or a warm apple turnover

 

that doesn’t know it’s irresistible

 

and she doesn’t know it either

unless I tell her

 

because she’s humble and delicious

 

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