I want to make a lollipop
of your pouting pinkness,
as I unwrap its nylon cover
and purse my lips around
its cherry delight.
I will bring my own stick
it is all ready to be joined
in the sticky sweetness
that my tongue lashing
will create from your
emerging Ju-Ju-bead.
Bubble gum lips urged me
to tempting mounds tipped
in light chocolate,
then on to that
jelly belly bean.
Oh, how it quivered
as you melted,
beneath my suckling.
But now I am at
the candy stored
beneath a hooded
flesh awning,
wallowing in the
sweetness of you.
you are my Baby Ruth,
I am your Sugar Daddy,
soon there will be
a large vanilla
tootsie roll, pop rocks,
and creamy centers galore.
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