Sex and Candy
Candy was her name, she always tasted sweet
She never dressed the same it was always a treat
Knocking three times revealed it was her
One day I opened and she was wearing nothing but a fur
Always the same, but each time better
I knew it would end and it did with her letter
I received it today and it started “Dear John, ”
My heart dropped down it was all a con
She had taken my identity and now was gone
poem by Wesley Domning
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