I couldn’t help myself,
Her caramel-colored coating, some might have called her a yellowbone,
You know #TeamLightskin,
I know I shouldn’t have, but all I needed was to taste her sinful paradise,
Take a peak beneath what looked like a tough coating,
But beneath my lips it fell away,
Like the leaves on a Sunday afternoon in autumn.
Autumn,
Often I think about your subtle flavors,
Flowing over me, not like water,
You were sticky,
Sweet like butterscotch, you hooked me onto your deadly insides,
I know you’re not good for me,
But I keep running back for more, and more, and more,
I consume and you tell me the next time will be better than before,
I fight myself, raging wars of desire,
I can’t let you take me higher,
Wait a minute, I can’t believe I wrote all of this over an Oatmeal Butterscotch cookie.
– Yaone W J Kgabi a.k.a. Po