Reaching Out

Maybe it was the way you looked
That made me stare at you from afar
Always surrounded by so many others
As if they held you in a jar.

It made me nervous to reach for you
As if you were just too sweet
Was it desire, lust or a hunger
That told me we had to meet.

I reached for you and you yielded
On my fingers you felt so divine
Smooth, silky, just so refined
I had no regrets I made you mine.

I warmed you in my hands
Stretching you as you became pliable
Tasting you, how the sweet sensations
Eating of taffy shouldn’t make anyone liable.

I prefer the peppermint or peanut butter flavors myself


About graypoet

Just one that at times puts the words to the page and lets them fall as they might.
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One Response to Reaching Out

  1. Phyllis Sears says:

    This one is carefree and wonderful and those flavors are my favorite LOL

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