04-07-2019, 11:31 AM
I remember that first kiss I stole from you,
sweet with the butterscotch candy
still in your cheek (I stole that too).
You were all pink-cheeked innocence
and sinful lips, and I tried, really I did,
to wait for you to make the first move,
but your lips were covered in candy shine,
and the dimple in your cheek was laughing,
and I couldn't let that moment pass untasted.
sweet with the butterscotch candy
still in your cheek (I stole that too).
You were all pink-cheeked innocence
and sinful lips, and I tried, really I did,
to wait for you to make the first move,
but your lips were covered in candy shine,
and the dimple in your cheek was laughing,
and I couldn't let that moment pass untasted.
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara
