Candy.
You are like hot caramel between my thighs
        smooth
        fresh
        delicious
        to die for
            and you stick to me in such a way
            that even when you are done pouring yourself onto my body
                   I can still feel you seeping
                                                 oozing
                              slowly
                              and filling every crevice, every secret that I keep
                                     with your liquid sugar
                                      making me look good enough to eat
                                      making my soft moans
                                                   able to melt butter
                                                    every time you stir this sweet concoction
                                                               inside of me
                                                     your wooden spoon gently, vigilantly
                                                     caressing the sides of my bowl
                                                                      taking care that nothing is left
                                                      but the beginnings of a sighing, sweet wave of pleasure.
My tongue yearns to lick the honey from your fingers
                              to eat your ego like an ice cream cone
       wrapping itself around your bone
                       like pink and fleshy strawberry taffy
       taking my time
       making sure that nothing drips
                    but my saliva hitting the floor
                     as I relish how you squirm
                                      how you taste
                                      how your breathing is labored
                                      how your hand is tangled in my hair
                                               as you press my head closer to you
I absolutely love the way
   your sweat rolls lazily down my back
   when you come up from behind me and nibble on my neck
             growling in my ear
              that my flesh tastes of cream
                     and I smell of  French vanilla
Your candy cane breath  makes me gasp
         as you bury your face into my chest
          your eyes telling me that you want nothing more
                   than to drink from me
          and we need two cups of milk to finish
                  the elaborate recipe we’re trying
                  to create a moist, rich creation
                       of passion
                           affection
                           and white chocolate
Your teeth lightly bite my shoulders
Your lips kiss my palms and wrists
Your fingers draw circles on my candy coated skin
          and your tongue whispers
                 that you love me
                 as we lay on the bed, entwined
                 satisfied with the delicious handiwork we have made:

Love.