I got sugar on my lips;
Kiss me, baby! Kiss me!
Am I sweeter than her?
I'm trying, I really am.
What do I need to do?
Just tell me and I'll make it happen:
Fruit on my lips,
Chocolate in my blood.
You lick my vanilla off of your fingertips.
Am I sweeter than her?
I hope your palate hasn't changed.
You always did tell me that I was an acquired taste.
YOU ARE READING
twoball screwball
Şiirhigh school was a difficult time filled with even more difficult poetry. there are plenty of thoughts and writings that i created during this time that have done nothing but collect dust. i'm going to try and give them another chance at life here. ...
