GumballA Poem by Y.F.
My teeth about to brake,
my tongue just can not take. So sweet and round, it slides around my mouth just like a snake. Addictive like a drug, and warm just like a hug. So soft its' stroke, yet it might choke, your throat completely plug. A candy made in hell, and yet I sit and dwell - at just how long, using my tong could I a bubble swell. My mouth is getting dry, and I'm just not sure why, this dear old friend must reach its end I stick it here and sigh. © 2010 Y.F.Author's Note
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Added on January 3, 2010Last Updated on January 3, 2010 AuthorY.F.Do not disturb me, I'm already disturbed. ;)About**I don't really use this account anymore - keeping it open to preserve the existing content, but might close it in the future.** I've been writing throughout the vast majority of my life, mostly b.. more..Writing
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