It's not your tough outer shell
that holds allure, but the center,
liquid-sweet confection
that holds affliction most sought after
Forbidden - only at the moments
where a lick here, a lick there,
is nowhere near saccharine delight
but still the taste of sour so trite
Past the temptation of Red-Dye 45
and seductive, lolita-esque
scents, it may not be worth the guilty
pleasure, filthy in the after-math...
... Of hard candy,
innocence, left.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
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