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Content Rating Notice:  Recommended for Readers 18 Years and Older Only
  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Comedy >> ID #1691996  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Sweet Desire.
For lovers of love, and lovers of candy (includes references to American candy bars etc).
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                                       Sweet Desire

                             


                             How could I let it happen?
                             I feel such a dope.
                             I’m tied to the headboard
                             with Laffy Taffy Rope.

                             My little Bit-O-Honey,
                             with his Reese’s Whipps,
                             gave me Hershey’s Kisses
                             on my Caramel Nips.

                             To me he’s my Big Hunk,
                             I love him every day.
                             He calls me Baby Ruth
                             to get his Milky Way.

                             He gave me Almond Joy
                             on my Lucky Charms.
                             Slipping off my Snickers
                             when I couldn’t move my arms.

                             He did me Good & Plenty,
                             knows how to treat the ladies.
                             But didn't wear his Whatchamacallits,
                             and now we have Sugar Babies.

                             I should've taken the lead
                             when he latched onto my Whoppers,
                             and gave him a Charleston Chew
                             on his Everlasting Gobstoppers.

                             I’m just one of his Pop Tarts,
                             but he sets my heart on fire.
                             When he calls for his Fun Dip,
                             I'm filled with sweet desire.




                             
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