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
Feeling ultra gay last night so I wrote something for a certain someone