You beautiful roll of dough, cinnamon, sugar, brown sugar, butter, and icing. You are more beautiful than I could ever even begin to express. The way you smell makes my mouth water a metric fuck ton of drool just waiting for a taste of you on my lips. My only issue with you is that I take one bite and suddenly I black out and then you are gone, and I don’t know what happened. You’re beautiful to me, even if you got some rolls going on.
Lovingly Yours,
Me