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
Copyright © Joseph Adams | Year Posted 2011
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