I want my sugar in sweet kisses
and lollipop tongues across my skin.
I want my frosting in layers between you and me,
With cake as the bed for our passion.
I want more sweet whispered in my ears
and heavenly manna sprinkled in my mouth.
Let the pie in my face be from your fingers
which I will slowly lick sweet.
Folded in a meringue of light caress
and the sauted magic of electric touch,
We hold our love, not in a to-go box,
but in an oven bed of caramel salted goodness.