He calls me his candy girl, <br />And says he has a sweet tooth, <br />For I am the birthday girl, <br />That is too sweet to be used, <br />And he kisses me, <br />With kisses so sweet, <br />For he knows how to move me, <br />He says I make him high, <br />And I feel maxed out on bliss, <br />That I am going to die, <br />I don't want to be out of here, <br />But I don't want to be trapped, <br />Yet I want him to stay, <br />But I ask him to stop anyway, <br />But he doesn't, <br />As I see the minutes ticking by, <br />Knowing he doesn't use me, <br />For his own gain, <br />And I still want him, <br />And even though it is pouring rain, <br />I don't want to be out in the cold, <br />To get soaked and drenched, <br />And I feel I have no choice, <br />But to do his bidding, <br />My emotions not pushing him away, <br />Keeping him near, <br />In spite of a strange tingling fear, <br />And he finds me sweet, <br />For I am his weakness.<br /><br />Paula Glynn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sweet-tooth-2/
