Sweet Tooth

I never considered myself as having a sweet tooth      
if my coffee is too sweet      
I pour it out      
if the frosting of a cake is too sweet      
 I push it aside      
Even if the fruit is too ripe      
I will not take a bite      
     
Then you came along my views changed      
My thoughts converted to all sorts of delectable delights      
     
I wondered how your lips would taste      
After you ate that grape      
How your skin would taste      
With that shimmery hue      
Making me wonder if it tastes like honey on you      
     
Where did you come from?      
That you tempt me so.      
I am very kept and well-controlled      
With one taste, I know I will shatter      
Like glass on concrete, everywhere I will scatter      
     
I decided if I have a taste of you    
It will be decided    
You are my sweet tooth    
I will no longer fight