Sweet Tea
You’re my sweetie, better yet you’re my sweet tea. I get engulfed in your nestle you give me a sugar rush, throughout my blood vessels. If I could just, give you a gist or a touch of how I feel you would see that your smile sparks my interest, your style strikes a match, your looks are on fire, I got to call dispatch so I can put you out, of this world and into mine. I was blind to all the side effects of the beverages before you. I use to drink that soda pop but she made my teeth rot. I tried that white milk, after time she made my stomach drop. Had some hot chocolate and she was just too hot, but you? You rank right on top. Just like sweet tea, your taste is so rich. With your different shades of brown, you’re beautiful, you’re smooth, on a regular basis my mouth waters for your taste. I stay lickin my lips, when that sweet tooth starts calling, I’ll come crawling. I can have you anytime of the day. You never make my stomach ache. You’re healthy for my soul, never fail to quench my thirst. With you, life is like a bowl, of cherries. You might not be perfect to anybody, but you’re perfect to me, perfect for me, your sweet fluid restore me. So I don’t hesitate to put you first. I refused to be served any other drinks. Until I have you, I’ll thirst. Some say that’s odd behavior, I’m dedicated to my sweet tea. I LOVE YOUR FLAVOR.
By MISSION
JacksonSpeeks 