Candy Apples
I am the girl next door.I come over to borrow sugar,
Maybe an egg,
To ask about my car stereo or
To get you to open a jar.
Any excuse, really, to talk to you.
I love that smile on your face
When you see me there.
Shy, sweet and blushed red,
Candy apple cheeks.
One day I will kiss you
Right out of your blueness.
Make you fiery all over. Burning,
Intensity like a firecracker.
Lips exploring luscious you,
A slow moving kiss over your face,
Your cheeks, your neck, your chin,
Your jaw, your ears ~
When our lips finally meet, sparks spit
Out of our mouths and fly through the air.
Engulfed by fair ride rushes
On our tongues, in our stomachs,
The egg drops from your hand
And cracks open,
Sizzling on the floor below us
In my scorching sweet wetness for you.
Poetry by ardent.March
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Written on 2007-03-24 at 08:52
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