“Sticky sweet, gumball pink, with a slight taste of a bit more.
Innocence is something saved, savored, or faked.
In the big room with the little chair, a smile to melt and eyes fluttering like fans ... Dear onlooker, guess which one I am [of the three].
A layer of clothing at a time, and it becomes more and more obvious ... saved, savored, or faked.
Sticky sweet, gumball pink in the big room with the little chair.”
