Cotton Candy Poem by kwane Lamb

You feel like a cotton glove?
A roaming of which my hands love.
Soft and smooth your skin

Outside and in...
Sweet...
You smell of honey

Being harvest out of play
You become
A different flower

Each and every day
I slowly confess to you
My love...

As I walk gracefully
Upon your maze.
If a cotton...a thorn be found

I lovingly gaze...
Which it is mentally...removed
A pure cotton body

To me you are...
Not a flaw in sight.
I go on with my harvest
Through the night.

Dew... upon the cotton
Sparkles of which are who?
Spun into candy...


I lovingly devour you.



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