Anonymous
By Karyn Indursky
You're my candy apple.
I want to bite into you for a taste
of trickling, sweet, tender juice.
I want to lick that sweet tender juice
with the tip of my tongue to let my senses
go haywire as I do when I let my gaze fall upon you.
I want to sink my teeth into your tender skin
to feel you beneath me for a taste of torment.
I want to smell myself sweat as my body heats up
from the arousal you bring my senses every time
I stumble across your humble being. I want to
touch, feel, taste, and see you as the apple
of my eye as I bite you for an eternal
taste of your being.
Be my candy apple.