Acute-cow

Drops of hot sugar on skin, that's the kind of love we're in. Deep, thick, sweet Passion. The honey in my tea, the cotton soft to my candy. But baby, your body, that body, God gave you those turns, those rolling waves on your skin. He made you so lovely, so divine, that a heart like mine? It's doomed. You've got hair like melted chocolate; it rolls down your back with caramel swirls tangled in its existence. Darling, you've got a body that twists, it turns and dances; baby, you've got a body that shines. The sun hits you and you come alive; the moon veils you and your thoughts dive. That Victorian pallor you flaunt, those