hard candy

he gives me his love in the form of a peppermint

pressed between my moist pink flesh

freshens his breath 

open mouthed in the abyss 

steadies my trembling thighs

shoves fabric boundaries to the side

salty and sweet combined

playing peek-a-boo saccharine 

his tongue separating, searching  

for the hard candy hidden inside

fingers sticky from sugar homespun

the rush of confectionery cum

has me screaming for his ice cream

because oh, candy is dandy

and oh, naked is sacred

a. duncan, 2018

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"She would fill endless notebooks with stories about the characters in her life, their impressions, words, friends, lovers, inspirations, fantasies. She spent her days dreaming up worlds where they fit together in visions; the if only, the never again, the someday. Those who knew her best would describe her as a creature with a clear and sometimes painful sense of herself; furious with ideas and convictions, to a point that she frightened love away with discernment and a relentless strength of character."

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