[Another 3 in 5.]
She was my sweetest treat, and I didn’t know what that meant
Until she was there, every day,
And she would be the sugar in my espresso,
Her mouth would melt into mine
Like cream, promising a respite from the chill,
If I held out long enough for dessert.
Now, my teeth are rotted,
I’ve been ruined by the saccharine secrets of her tongue
And everything is grease
Leaving me feeling like I’m covered in a film
Of indecency
Pizza pie lovers and grease trap bait and switch
I’m holding out hopes that one day
She’ll think about us
Under the summer sun when we were young
And indulgent
And maybe we can just drink water
And we will dissolve across the asphalt,
Like the cotton candy considerations of our
Once cloying affair.
bohemian.on.rye 
nice poem