Butterscotch

You tasted like butterscotch Pure and sweet against my lips Your touch felt like cotton candy Soft and spindly on my hips Of that syrupy scotch Buzzing bees would make a balm For nights when I taste less sugar Then comes saccharine calm You look like the early sun Dewdrops set much too soon Your eyes betray the midnight glow In favor of later noon When I wake from the dream With morning numbness too Feeling nothing but your hand I see naught but you

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