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