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#caramel
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, the world turning inside out---no such thing as salted mint:) like a wild hint taste a glimpse of salted mint tackle the caramel passions cinnamon enchantment of imagines no bit of lost roses happiness in measured red doses remain in the lavender's fair violet to hesitate the sour act of deficit to refuse the golden boil of the sun bring a stop to the good from miscalculating the sum                                                                                   -----ravenfeels
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Jul 10, 2021
Jul 10, 2021 at 12:06 PM UTC
**** The Killer
Caramel voice Drips down my throat Coating my innards With poison and sweet slow words. Caramel whispers Covering your venom Travel into my stomach Become tar And stop me. Caramel voice Coating my mind Gooey and murky and glazing Casing my thoughts That all taste like you That all intoxicate me You and your caramel words.
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Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 11:55 AM UTC
Caramel Words
Sweet... so sweet at first; as if intending to overbear, and then in a moment's breath, the intensity having mellowed fades. Next one's tongue does greet, a nuttiness that begs it to retreat; reviving dead memories of when you two first did meet. Having now fallen from heights, be they slope or steep; the taste of your tongue becomes bittersweet. Ending this final kiss, silently pledging to lose neither hope nor sleep; heartbreak leaves the taste of caramel upon your teeth.
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Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 2:17 PM UTC
Caramel.
I love you when you're Strings of caramel melting Soft and warm and sweet
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Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 2:29 PM UTC
sweet tooth
Your nectar trickled down It’s flavour was renown The sweet tasting caramel Slowly chipped at my will It’s damped my mouth And pretend I had drought It spilled its honey substance And did my longing, justice It painted my tongue And between my gums Lastly it started to float Down my aching throat It crawled down my pipe And made the tube ripe But it’s objective was my heart As it would slowly rip me apart So before it could continue I started to swallow it whole Making sure your loving covet Stayed at the bottom of my stomach
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Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 11:33 PM UTC
Nectar
my sweet caramel candy treat me taste me pair me with sierra mist bite me on each end i am licorice **** energy through my body my sweet swim to me chew me swallow me whole pair me with crush for a fruity mix i am swedish fish pucker my lips kiss me my sweet caramel candy
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Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 7:17 PM UTC
caramel
caramel a steady mix the color of a gentle brown not nearly as harsh as chocolate sticky and childish, easy to make fun the sugary smell is almost intoxicating look at it for too long and it will no longer be soft
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Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 5:24 PM UTC
caramel
I am unlearning you The way I learn Spanish Repeating your name Until it sets on my tongue Like caramel And I trap it in my throat
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Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 1:18 PM UTC
Language Barrier
sugar lips kiss me twice got me thinking this boy is nice bubblegum pink blow my bubble got me thinking this boy is trouble candy coating see it in your eyes got me thinking this boy's told lies but you're so sweet cure all my cravings got me thinking it's a love worth saving no chocolate swirl no caramel chew i'm not addicted to sugar unless it's you.
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Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 12:40 PM UTC
little bit of sugar
there is nothing more perfect than the freckles on your nose, and the way they scatter like raindrops on your cheeks. they remind me of a sky with new fallen snowflakes, each one different in size and shape. i know how much you hate them, you say they're distracting, misformed, or decorate your face wrongly. maliciously, you cover them, peach-colored paint dries the bridge of your nose cracks, and a piece of you fades with it. summer comes and the paint melts off, the facade with it, and once again the sun can paint drops of caramel on your skin.
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Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 10:23 AM UTC
freckles. a love poem.
It felt good. It felt good thinking about you slowly digging my neck deep with your tongue. Thinking about you gazing deep into the ocean of my eyes and smiling upon my shoulder at the same time. It felt good thinking about you gradually waving your fingertips on the caramel upon my hair, telling me I'm beautiful. Thinking of you against my lips, smashing petal to petal. It felt good. The only thing that didn't feel good was, the fact, that I was thinking. And only that. :)
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Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC
Euphoria
Chocolate Addict Caramel, Reese's Pieces Outrageous You Are
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Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 10:56 AM UTC
Sweet Haiku
The sun loves him much as i do i knew when it light him up that way like if they were meant  for each other almost like if the sun was claiming it his I was shooked or hooked Brown,wavy and messy that match perfectly with that little curved smile Eyes;big,deep...caramel the color that i craved since then that i prey to god that those eyes Could one day light up the same way the sun does for him when he looks at me Since that day The sunshine and the brown tones are what love looks like
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Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 3:16 PM UTC
The way love looks like
A silly little wobble A subtle little flavour A saucy little topping A sultry little dessert
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Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 8:18 PM UTC
Creme Caramel
Frequently I imagine Unwrapping you slowly (softly) a gift that I have dreamed of Feeling your skin again (and again) I am grasping for moments (for you) I want to cement in me the softness of your (living) the sharpness of your bones sweet like sugarcane below your surface. I am here to catch every breath between my tingling fingers caramel tongue slowly unwrapping (me) Frequently.
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Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 2:42 PM UTC
sugarcane
I am here seeking forgiveness, but I am not sure if I want it. My only sin was her... When she looked at me like that my lust converted into praise and worship and I knew then I was lost... She had no place being in my arms but she fit as if I was designed to embrace her subtle November Caramel apples led to Egyptian kisses which dripped into carnal appetites adrift in the Nile of her complexity In the blue of midnight, when I write the story of my life she was and is the only Paige She is an ebony marbled goddess fervently frozen in my psyche and I am her sole disciple
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Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 5:48 PM UTC
Untitled Prayer #38
I can’t tell why you smile like that it does something I can’t track and like a magnet set to attract you have me wanting to come back cool as ice, sweet like the caramel in the coffee you serve so well I remember the first time I fell I smile often hoping you can tell tell me how you feel about all this the thought of us going out, the bliss it’s always on my mind, I often wish you’d be one to ask for a first kiss. I’ll be hoping for the day it is love if one day, you decide to come but if it ends being not enough I guess I’ll have to let it be done. the chances, all I need is one.
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May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 5:46 AM UTC
caramel
Kiss life into me, I feel suffocated, You're caramello, Sweet midnight kiss. Breathe your youth, I'll inhale with you, And feel as young. Your chocolatey eyes, They tell me a story, Just relax in this love, We share this warmth. As I drink to your care, You should drink to mine, Don't be reluctant to love.
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC
Caramello
My kind murderer, your eyes burn like caramel and melt my insides. You light a cigarette and it awfully reminds me of what once upon a time was my heart. And you say, everything turns to dust with time. But my kind murderer, you are not time, you are fire bringing me to ashes. F.Z.N
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Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
My Kind Murderer
Delightful march breathes in on the sound of the swallows chirp, and in the pungent scent of lemonade. Daffodils brave the curtain call and splash in yellow fountains which powder the grass canary and rich caramel. Boughs of cherry trees burst once more with indulgent, fatuous blossoms of sugared coral, Their marbled paper florets billow in the gusts rising and falling like the flocks of starlings. The future is close, wide and happy.
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC
March