Sweeter than sugar cane by a river.
And I bit into it
Hands sticky, and lips stuck.
See, our love is what they would call \"The Bee\'s Knees\" and honey, you had me stuck in a honeycomb
Pulled me from a strong maple tree,
Like molasses
And threw me into a batch of cookie dough.
My favorite Ice Cream flavor
Melting through the cracks of your dry and cracked fingers.
Puddled in the palm of your hand.
Damn that Florida son.