Dressed and looking sweet to eat.
In appearances neat...
From head to feet.
They don't often speak,
To those they first meet.
Enjoying planned lickings...
In sessions completely discreet!
And hardened is the taste for some.
Of those invited...
A few come and run!
CandyAss no one suspects.
Who will be teased to please them,
Next?
They are not so quickly seen.
Secretive confectioners...
Pledged in fraternities,
Kept hushed and serene.
CandyAss in masks they wear!
Protected from the glare,
Of disapproving stares!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
CandyAss was not written to offend! Only to be tasted from the beginning to its end...and, then again! ; -)