Caramel skin against my hand
and a sweet buzz above our heads;
Innocence was coated on me
like liquid honey.
The world lived in my heart
and the map to make before me.
You stuck to me like butter.
So soft and sinfully sweet.
I dream of nights among that summer,
our bodies wading in a black sea-
untarnished by the truth.
I liked us better back then.
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