My mouth bends and forms, stretching to wrap around the soft delicacy that is your name.

How I love the sound when it comes out. The lingering feeling of sweet as my tongue curls to form the name that I want for breakfast, lunch, and dessert.

For you, my love, I have an insatiable sweet tooth.

They tell us in life all things must be enjoyed in moderation.

My desire for you is a never ending craving for a flavor I do not want to cleanse my pallet from.

I did not learn my lesson that with time all things sweet do eventually lose their luster.

I use to miss the way you taste but now my tongue turns sour at the memory of you.