Sweet Talker

Image Credit: By Chockylit

Peppermint tongue with a Red Hot tip

Wet Liquorice lips

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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Wit yo’ Sexy Self

Wit yo’ Sexy Self.

I reared back with my right hand on my hip. Sassy me. Flirty me. Big Girl ME.

“Umm. How you gon’ just brush up against me like that? and walk away?”

(Actually wanting to say) Umm? How you gon’ be smelling all good, lookin’ all good, brush up against me like that, and walk away?

I fluttered my eyelashes, and searched him from head to toe.

“Umm. E-xcuse me.” I know! You know..YOU just brushed up against me, and you had plenty of room to go around me!?”

He stopped. Turned around. Looked at me…and said,

“Yea. I know.”
Smiling Proudly, displaying THAT dimple on his left cheek.

With my back still reared back, and my right hand on my hip, I flashed my lashes and licked my lips..

Feeling my chest rise and my breath deepen..(Damn..I (c’aint) take this..I just wanna pounce on his back, and latch on to his beautiful neck and like a world-class wrestler..flip him in one spectacular move…and ride him..ride him like wheels ain’t been invented yet..I wanna ride him like we in the last days of our lives..Naw..Actually, I wanna ride him like the first woman rode the first man..(historical)..(ancestral) (ingenious)…clutching my teeth..I let out a “Sssss..” a low slither..Catching myself, I inhale and wipe my bottom lip..swallow and take a deep  breath..

“Oh, okay. I see how you are.
…with a swift turn of my neck and flip of my hair, I turned to leave… when….he…he suddenly…turned.. and said…

“You see how I am?”
…coming toward me….creeping, smooth, stern, strong, bold, broad, slowly…..in my face..So close, I could feel his breath..

“Hmph. Well, how am I then?”…..

Still licking my lips, I shyly smiled….

“Umm. You all-ight.”

(all the while thinking)
All-ight!?! Hell. Better than All-ight! Dang dude, you are…man…you are…the bomb (like ol’school)…you betta than my Converse Chucks, you betta than my favorite Indian Restaurant, you betta than my first high school crush, and the Cherry flavored Jolly Rancher. Shoot you betta than spandex, and my best push up bra… DAMN… I wanted to tell him that

…but..I stubbornly and bashfully, gently pushed him out of my face and said my famous…..

“Whateva” I’ll talk to you later.”

Umph. Umph. Umph… Wit yo’ Sexy Self.

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