My Candy Girl

Green mint breath,

with a predator’s thirst,

her hot steamed plunder

spanked to affection;

some candy man love.

Her tom-tom palms,

such smooth pony thighs;

candy requires perfection,

ride, boy ride.

The monkey house screams,

call it a wild girl whisper,

her hot scripted words;

I believe in love.

Candy riders, where’s this going?

Going to slaughter,

touching her thighs;

riding the animal slide.

My candy girl,

little steamed fluffer,

she sweats warm venom;

I feel her love.

You’re pretty slow, if you

still don’t know.

It’s called taste of the savage,

for ponys and monkeys,

a sweet attraction;

for candy boy love.

She was hired to please,

to guard above the knee.

You got it now.

It was ‘62 and I was hot.