The Sweet Talk.. Poem by Marcus Lomboy

See you walking on the side walk, give a little wink..
Then I can start the sweet talk, here's what I think..

You're a rare type of honey. Sweet and all-natural..
Goes great with everything, formal or casual..
Bottle shaped body, like Mrs. Butterworth..
Baby cakes, you should be on the Food Network..
For desserts...or with my arm around..
Lonely and confused, I was lost and found..
I can only write down what I'm dying to say..
Like candy-gram notes on Valentine's Day..
You are my sweet heart, you make me see stars..
Hearts, stars and horseshoes, you're my Lucky Charm..
My Buttercup, stare deep into your eyes..
See hints of sugar, spice...and everything nice..
Honeybunch, you're my oat clusters with granola..
The perfect morning sight, we can go and do yoga..
Some Tai Chi, or some Taekwondo..
This whole poem is just to let you know..

This is my sweet talk...
Heads turn as I work the sweet talk..
It feels so right yet it's so wrong..
But I still work the sweet talk..

So I can ask you just one question..
In which bakery were you invented?
Because I just might have to ask for the recipe..
Is it in Tennessee? Because you're the only ten I see..
Where can they get a cutie pie like you just right..
In Willy Wonka's factory? I might need an invite..
Make friends with a couple of oompa loompas..
So they can lead me to you then it's all super..
See...I have a bonafide sweet tooth..
I need you in my life and that's the real truth..
You're soothing, like hot chocolate in winter..
Like pink lemonade in summer, now that's a real winner..
A pinch more of you and I'll end up with a cavity..
But that's incomparable to the future you could have with me..