The buttery fragrance lingers,
With each of my fingers.
Savoring its softness,
Including its sweetness.

Such a delicious treat,
Keeping you glued to your seat.
Too many syrups to choose from,
Picking the wrong one might hurt my ***.

The warmth of your hand that held me,
Creating calmness and providing safety.
All the warmth that runs intensely,
Providing your love for me.

As I clasp my hands harder,
Craving the love that's stronger.
Seeking answers from above,
Realizing how nice it is to be loved.

All the memories colliding,
Confusingly connecting them.
Being torn by it all,
Constantly drained by the people.

Words that are flattering to hear,
Just for someone else listening dear.
All the gestures you exhibit privately,
Directing your attention towards me happily.