Candyman Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

The taste of his caramel tongue invites the vigil of lonely hearts to his sermonic solo.

Explosive to the touch his oral orientation causes waterfalls to flow into his mouth.

Persuasive with his erotic member she endures satisfaction with her curves of voluptuousness.

Moving with his prowess of stability she maximizes his throng of domestic enhancements.

The antelope valley of his stringed instrument propelled her into the ocean of his copulation.

His inescapable mouth has her singing with the angels on the stairway to heaven.

He unleashes his Potomac uncensored meteor and she succumbs to his excavations.

He takes her anatomy and expunges the lust that was wondering in lost fulfillments of time.

Captured in the silence of his metaphors her eyes become images of his total eclipse.

Sinking deeper into his mire she abandons her emotions on the shallow grounds of his monastery.

Savoring the seduction of his twilight zone she drowns on his twister of love.

With corresponding words of endearment they influence the moon to walk on air.

The candyman seduced her sheets of dreams as she inhabits her bed of wetness.

Written by Theodore Mosley

September 17,2019