He asked, Do you love me?In answer, she gave him the very last piece of chocolate and said,What do you think?
Bittersweet is your treatOf dark, tasty pain,Sugar drips on my bodyAnd drives you…
My pound of flesh is all I take, one sugar granule, out of your pound full.Winter is coming. And, our queen is demanding.You…
Beliefs hold captive echos of truth in cynical decay, once…
Impress me not with the white sugar dusted on the surface
she heard his crunchy voice
spoke the mellifluous tones