Kiss my lips with your eyes, but I will not kiss your lips with my eyes. Sorry but my sweetness is savored, saved, for those I love, true to few, lovingkindness to those who are honestly my friends and not my gapers.
On my lips is the purity of lip gloss, coconut flavored, climbed up a palm tree to tickle the coconuts to fall down one after the other, not leaving even one on the tree, bouncing, crashing in their hairiness, slam them with a screwdriver and a hammer, sweet white fruity juices forthcoming, Mother's milk, to eat the coconut meat too from the middle of the fruit.
How else can we be sweet? We can be sweet as pudding if we can love puddin' and pie. Sweet apples from your backyard tree, apple cobbler, apples galore! Sweet Cherry tree, no political scientist to chop it down, no George Washington chopping down a Cherry Tree.
Not discussing politics or religion, how about discussing the ecology of fruits? Fruits are very sweet! How can we be like fruits? Is a fruit a "nerd" and so we cannot be like one? Does an apple a day really keep the doctor away? Is this doctor actually just a nerd but not a sweet one?
Sweetness of our words and whispers, not to reserve your honey for those who are sour. To find somebody who is as sweet as honey on their own and merge with them. Brown sugar and white sugar, stir them up, add honey, sugarcane, sugary whipped cream, butter cake frosting.
NOW, you are Sweet! Sweet becoming a proper noun! Stay this way. Love your neighbor not just your "fellow" and your sweetness will pass on as an inheritance that is greener than cash, being the green leaves of the palm tree, speaking Green English and having a ball that is a chocolate piñata!
Chocolate in our imaginations to sweeten our disposition even without swallowing the candy!!!
Just call me "Sweetheart" from your fine lips and you then will become a "Sweetheart" too!!
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