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