Do I taste of fresh-brewed sweetness Or of shattered remnants long longed for? Beneath the cloth that cloaks my hairs Can you smell the lust-laced jubilance? In the budding curvatures of my hips doth lie Your candy-colored promises. Do my sickly-sweetly-caramelized Whispers haunt your ears at night Whilst I pant not far above you? Your tastes buds scratch my jawline And deeply settle amongst my heartstrings, Pulling, stretching, strengthening; All the better to break them, Lovely. Do my stares of loving compare to aquatic depths, Their currents overflowing? Or do my inky irises hint at sultry Twirlings of her hair?