Sticky Fingers

Showing signs of neglect.
Getting dusty. Faded.
Color losing it's hopefulness.
Turning shades of jaded.

Pretty for no reason,
is ribbon candy left unsavored.
Taffy with no give.
Sours quite unflavored.

Climb atop a counter,
balance on a chair.
Do whatever you feel you must.
Unguarded candy is quite rare.

Stretch your hand to grab ahold
a brightly tinted lolly.
It's worth every ounce of risk.
Disregard the folly!

Lick the sugar coating.
Sticky fingers are such fun!
If you think you're surely caught,
drop the evidence and run.

One would never notice
unnatural color on your lips.
The happy green or purple
from those many Pixy Stix.

Pop rocks that do not snap.
It can not help but make me sad.
Put your hand inside the candy jar.
Be a naughty lad!

Extract a sweet tart, pucker up.
Don't deprive yourself.
What good is candy in a jar
stuck high up on a shelf?

Handfast

Once.
I counted.
Hardly able to contain
the fullness of my love.
Eyes well. Cheeks redden.
You gaze upon me in wonderment.
I melt from within. Molten.
Twice.
I inhale, fully,
the scent of your skin.
Imagine the rough touch
of your whiskers on
the soft down of my nape.
Nipping the fullness
of my bottom lip.
Anticipating you.
I hear you draw ragged breath.
The heat surrounds me.
Thrice.
The sigh escapes as I lean into
your embrace.
The cord has bound us.
Eternity. I am yours.
An eternity I have waited.
I hear the cheers. Muted.
Distant.
I feel your heart beat quicken.
I see your intention.
Your need is mine.
We walk the path of lovers.
Hands bound. Infinite joy is ours to know.