I must be out of my mind because in my mind you are here all of the time and even though I know that my head doesn't have that much space my imagination can still define your taste...ummm, I imagine sugar walls and malted chocolate balls mixed together to form the best banana "not-split" rubbing against your...bit...of honey, mmmmm my favorite is the cool-aid with the pixie stick that I just love to lick and lick until I sighed with the highest suga high this side of the sky, my-my-my.
You are the candy apple of my eye so don't let this pecan pie intimidate you. I would caress, bless, and undress you unless you beat me to the "punch" because lunch would be you and I know that if the shoe was on the other foot or both feet it still couldn't be as sweet as having you within 7 to 8 inches of my dunkin' stick.