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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I use to have a love for kandee, then I developed a sweet tooth. For me to speak the truth would be taking it back to the root, canals, that swell leaving excruciating pain, but in the end who is really to blame! Do I blame you for being so sweet or my desires of thinking of the saliva that secretes through my teeth. There is a thin lines between love and lust, your bust, transporting me through a sea of iniquities. In my head I only See you pleasing me. And As I think of your sugar, rushing me into cardiac arrest, I can attest you have me exactly where u want. Discreetly you besieged me. Your sweet treats blinding me with diabetes, I..... once thought of us laying beneath the peach trees, me licking oh so gently on you outer surface, savoring every moment cus, when I burst it, No When... I... burst it, from the outside looking in people would think I cursed it, the way you speaking in tongues, you would think you rehearsed it, and me being the cunning linguist that I am would have a rebuttal for the wise owl thought, able to answer the age old question, "How many licks does it take to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop?" I use to have a love for kandee or maybe it was just lust, because now with all these cavities, even the slightest sneeze from my allergies, carry me into a realm of excruciating pain. But whose to blame? Do I blame you for being so sweet, or do I blame me for lusting over such a tasty treat. Tahron Watkins
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