Cherry candied buttercup beauty, the only word used to describe you. Sugar blossomed to perfection and throwing a brain askew.
Titilating body, from your head to your pretty toes. Makes somebody fantasize about what it is under your clothes.
Pretty words yet broken heart, too many lovers near *******. When in public all you get is a sense of gymnophoria.
Yet I'm still here, ready for love, I am a bomb, so defuse me. Yet no matter how much I love love you, you never cease to refuse me.

-thepoeticjustice