Poem, possible oneshot followup. Written under the influence of blue gatorade and red bull and my twisted sense of humor. D'licia (Dylan and Alicia OMG! D:)
Does she taste like cream or car-a-merl?
As I sit I ponder of my candyspun girl
Lips of marzipan I dare not taste
It's a delicacy saved for another.
Fill my plate, but gone to waste
For I am a sister, not a brother.
Rose colored glasses and an oven glove
It's required to handle your sweetbread skin.
Another dish I dare not love
It's not made for a her, but for a him.
Tempt me, tease me, with spice and almonds
In a baker's dozen to find such a lover.
Yet scorched my heart, black and singed.
A sweet-toothed binge in shall not recover,
I see my hands and your sugary arms
Allow me a bite of your pastry soft skin?
(please?)