Candy Bar

Candy Bar

"I want my candy bar," she said.
I replied," Your bar is dead."

"How can this be? When just last night
I had myself a great big bite."

"You've killed it, it won't rise again."
"That is not true, you foolish man.

Take off your underwear," said she.
"A thing like this I must now see."

So my boxers I took off.
She chuckled and she gave a cough.

"It is not dead, you foolish man.
I'll fix your worm, I'm sure I can."

"Well you may try but I am sure
My candy bar will not endure."

I looked sadly at my worm.
She looked too, without concern.

She grasped the thing and with a grin,
She sucked the damned thing right on in.

And very soon to my surprise,
I felt my worm begin to rise.

She slipped it from her mouth and said,
"My candy bar is far from dead."

She sprang upon my now-stiff root,
Her muffin made me want to shoot.

She screamed and shouted out with glee,
"I knew that you could pleasure me!"

My rocky, creamed filled candy bar,
had sent her out beyond the stars.

"I've got it now," she cried aloud.
"You did me good, you made me proud."
"I knew I could," I slyly said.
"At last you've given me some head!"