Calories

120 dollar Nikes, 100$ Levis, money in my pocket, even through the untrained eye, Wealth seems evident, but I crave caramel, sweet 150 calories per bite Having her taste seems so right. Mom prays that I won’t taste her again, she probably think she’s a sweet sin that claims many men. If she’s so bad why did God place her in my path, Oops! The Devil laughs, Momma thinks I forsook the angel for devil food cake Two years of sweet talking and I still love her frosting, she makes me thirsty, wanting a bigger cup each time I need more to fill us this cup because sugar makes me want more. Taste her soft juicy yellow core, the truly yellow; fluffy, mellow, that attracts all fellows who behold her beautiful colored eyes. Caramel is priceless and so tasty I want cake while momma begs me to eat a low calorie bland pastry Momma says you want life with a woman in heaven or hell I smile back answering I desire caramel