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.
