Candy Man

Diabetes, the Good Way

Feels as if my teeth are riddled with cavities from swallowing you,

black sugar, sweet to taste,

when injected in haste, sloppily,

deep into my fields of popi,

the physical reaction is similar to that of crack cocaine free base,

watching the ejaculation slowly stream down my waist is exciting,

your intake is frightening, but not to the point of wanting to stop,

I am the pot calling your kettle black,

feel free to insert your chocolate ladle, stirring my contents,

this entire experience is nonsensical,

not to sound whimsical, but

I am your Candy Land, take you shoes off,

walk within,

journey where no man has yet to step,

embrace these fallopian rainbows where therein lies

chocolate pots of gold,

edible, but don’t bother wiping your mouth,

I know doing without is a bother, which is why I don’t,

can’t stop licking your candy cane, both bent, straight at the same place,

perfectly made for G-Spot encounters,

leading to withdrawing climaxes and semen-laced facial crème,

which is good for my skin, good for your ego,

plus its good to know these acts are not in vain,

each one directly connected to the love flowing within our veins…

I offer the aforementioned joint piece

for your reading pleasure,

the collaboration comes from the minds of myself and

Ms. Black Diamond, http://ankhautonomy.blogspot.com//

who has been wrapped up in navigating the

corporate ladder as of late,

but has now found the time to bless me with her

excellent penwomanship.

Slump and Lillian

Enjoy!!!