Sugar Sugar everywhere taking it without plants if I dare.
Sugar Sugar make my arteries stiff and crisp, but do I really care?
Just for the record why should I keep giving free advice.
If the music that I make, just does not jive.
Guess you just don't have a case of the hives.
Its a serial crime to sell ce-real to kids.
Whether i boast my quake on oats on a general hill.
Or make kill logs of all the bowels I could have had.
But still these guys keep making me break-fast as an adult.
Let me open the box to see what prize i got.
Ohh look a dead cat which never got me my satisfaction back.
Guess I will just end up paying the price for seeking my prize.
Can we truly see what's real without cereals?
all these freebies are sugar coated chains a modern-day slavery
Pour it slowly
Cannot cup overfill
Combination deliberate
Dissolves into the dough
Takes on new form
Sugar sweet like your kiss it makes me feel so happy.
Happy to be waking up to you like the sun shine rising over us, making us feel so bright.
Your kiss makes everything feel right.
Baby cakes, good morning, hope each moment is better than the last one.
Loving hugs is the way to making all our dreams come true.
My title - the culmination of a recent ad on TV
from a company well-respected in my home town.
They offer a nonpareil chance for those who think "free".
I take issue, feel vouchsafed and venture to frown.
"No interest, No payments for twenty-four months"
Enjoy the wide-open window of opportunity.
A bit incredible which makes one suspicious at once
this sugary-sweet offering must have finer print to see.
It brings divinity to mind, remember that puffy treat
made of whipped egg whites and sugar, maybe pecans.
Unsubstantial candy, so-named to sound so sweet --
My advice, be sure you check out all the pros and cons.
"We don't want your money!" (at least for right now)
"Go buy a pony!" how whimsical does that sound?
Ponies need space, 1-2 acres at least and lots of chow;
or you can board them at costs which truly astound?
I've gone on long enough about commercial fare.
A rarity once in a blue moon, too good to be true;
hidden catches and scams are out there everywhere.
It's the teasing of viewers with proposals beaucoup.
A taste of an alternative reality
Pieces melting into obscure oblivion
Please don’t let anyone steal my sugar prize
Let my core sing its ballads as I twirl my tongue
Eyes glow as pastry breaks beneath my sharp teeth
Praying this moment will last, begging lips to pause
It’s been ages since we felt your sauce in our throat
End of the day you're more faithful than past lovers.
F - For every thirsty throat in every season
R - Relief it gives like an oasis in a desert
U - Unlike others, it is served before and after meals
I - Irrespective of age, it is liked by all equally
T - Taste buds long to savour its each and every bit
S - Sugar or jaggery can be used in its making
A - An elixir on earth to serve on every occasion
L - Loaded with pieces of nuts and cubes of
colourful fruits
A - A rare feast to every eye it provides
D - Day or night, the more you eat the more you
want
The razor edge between his love and hate
for her, he found so utterly sublime;
So it became his only heightened state.
Soft lips, soured by the bitterness of lime
would, occasion, taste sweet of nectarine;
as both performed this act of pantomime.
At times, an alabaster figurine
would whisper, sweet, in ear, with honeydew
about such acts unthinkably yet seen.
Forever, everlasting trapped, he knew
an undeserving servant to his queen
there never would be taming of this shrew.
And he, in shadow, would remain unseen;
waiting to taste the sugar or citrine.
it was one of the prettiest sugar skulls I had ever seen
I thought tearing it up to eat would be incredibly mean
Hid it in a locked box hope chest of my cousin old Dean
It was given to me by an artist, the Day of the Dead Queen
The shadows keep us hidden, my favorite Balkan boy
And you know that I only polish my favorite toys
Purple stardust travels down your neck
It's my territorial side, not too complex
Breath against my cheek
Your venom tastes so sweet
When your hands reach for my hips
I'd like to kiss those sugar lips
Lavender smell on your shirt
When we do this, we never hurt
Not a single voice in my cerebrum
Cries so loud that I can hear them
Dark curls right beneath my chin
This magnetic attraction builds within
Of all the eyes across the world
Only your hazel ones make my heart fold
I want to call you Hippocrates
Because you know what my body needs
Every time those lights go dim
I untense the muscles in my limbs
It takes me to another galaxy
Fulfilling every single fantasy
You hit the target, make me stunned
I float to the surface of the Sun
But our love is more than these days
Our flourishing stardust serenade
You're sugar sweet
I can't compete
He looks at you
as if you're a treat.
Now I'm on my knees.
Begging for release.
You're his eye candy
And I'm the background scene.
You're sugar sweet
but I know your greed
why can't he see
he should be with me
He should be with me.
A peanut butter cup smooth and sly
Said, “I’m tiny, I barely apply.”
But one quiet chew
And the ceiling withdrew
Leaving you waving back at the sky
I’m passively watching
everything slip from my once ridged death grip.
Maybe I’ll be happier this way.
Maybe my writing will become so much more profound.
Something more than diary entries from a distraught narrator.
I’ll rewrap myself into something much more inviting and thrilling.
Only writing of my hopes and dreams
I’ll sugar coat it all
Like a cup of bitter burnt coffee,
I’ll only be palatable
if I change something major about me.
An independent working woman who knows what direction she wants to go and what she needs to get there
We're so sweet like a tiny ball of sugar,
But so fragile when handled with pressure.
I'll sweep us into a coffee off of the counter,
So I won't let us go to waste forever.
I am so sweet yet can dissolve in water,
Becoming so enmeshed with you, my lover.
Before though, you told me to keep-together.
But unfortunately, I am so fragile like sugar.
You yourself are so sweet like sugar,
Your sincere love does make me feel better,
As I have coffee, feeling under my weather.
Sometimes like water on sugar, I am messier.
We can be so sweet, but also rough in texture,
Just like the finest refined white sugar.
Too much can lead to either of us being bitter,
But our sweet bond is what will always matter.
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