Oh baby, you are a danger.
A sweet simplistic, hiding something sizzle.
The cleverest secret never told.
That sexy that lies beneath.
That flame that curls toes slowly.
Oh baby, you are a devil.
Excused like a borrowed book cover.
Never can judge a literature,
by the staidness of its design.
Somber, but twinkling.
Oh baby, you are a pleasure.
A lemon tart with succulent frosting.
Cool icicles for fingertips
Playing music along my spine,
as you pretend to be so very boring.