Wet Liquorice lips
Peppermint tongue with a Red Hot tip
Cotton Candy breath and Sugar Daddy words
He’s a Sweet Talker
Strutting his Fifth Avenue walk
Spitting his Juicy Fruit talk
Flashing Charms on his Hershey wrists and golden Ring Pops on his Hot Tamale fingers
Pixie Stix, Jolly Ranchers and Life Savers bustle in his trousers
He’s a Sweet Talker
He said his name was Carmello and flexed his Hundred Grand chest
Twinkling his Laffy Taffy smile
Winking with his Cookies n’ Cream eye
Offering me a line of Jaw Breakers, Whoppers, and Bazookas
Blowing me Starburst kisses and dropping Pop Rocks in my ear
“Who does this Wachamacallit think I am? He must think I’m a Air Head, Lemon Head or Dum Dum!?”
I hold up my hand and say “Hey! Nutty Buddy, Take5!” I’m not into all these Jujubes, Jelly Belly’s, and Tootsie Rolls. Peace out Mike & Ike” and I turn to walk a way.
Sweetly he stopped me, “Wait Buttercup, please? My bad.. Dove, I mean.. (Rambling over his words)…I’m sorry for acting like a Junior Mint or Milk Dud. It’s just that you got me all Twizzled up and my legs are like Gummy Worms. He softly proclaimed…”I just wanna be your Wonka Bar.”
“Awww”..I turn to face him. His cheeks were like Haribo Twin Cherries. His face was pure like a Milky Way. He held in front of me; his assortment of chocolates in a heart shaped box. “I think I know what you like” he said.. and with his Butterfinger he fed me my favorite..Chocolate Turtles.. (Yummy)
He’s A Sweet Talker..But I like him.
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