My Take On “Eye Candy” 

It seems to me that legs open,greedily, bearing hanging flesh like temptation And the between places require religiosity to make them holy since the sun don’t shine below the navel 

The sanctum of broad thighs poised like pliable tree trunks Offering inedible fruit insatiable to taste And eyes taste almost as well as buds on wet flowers that bloom in mouths when legs open, greedily, awaiting deliberate hands to tease the fruit ripe with denial


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