Sun warmed and brandy fine, is how I feel when I look into your eyes.
Lusciously soft and candy sweet, are the sensations
I get when our lips meet.
Like sweet brown sugar atop a fresh-baked apple pie,
I caress my tongue across your inner thigh.
Shapely yet plush lips, with different flavors everyday from
sun baked raisin to cherry jubilee.
A lick wouldn't be enough for a hunger as great as mine,
with nipples like chocolate drops, and skin that's carmel fine.
I'll bet you taste just like a sundae, oh how I wish you were mine.
I hunger for the flavor that only you can bring,
I wonder what the filling tastes like below the licorice string.
I love your vanilla coated smile, and your candy coated lips.
The spice when you walk the sugar in your hips.
I'm falling in love with a candy coated dream, and I know that
on the inside your sweeter than you seem.