Lollipop

I want to be a lollipop

A swirling twirling bright confection

Tightly bound in a cellophane dress

Tauntingly displayed beyond wayward hands

Eyes hungrily dancing over me

I watch as they go by

I long for the perfect set

Full soft lips to wrap around me

Glistening and tender

Their yearning is matched by my own

The lucky one who procures me

Cradles me with delight

Inhales my deliciousness

And readies his tongue

Firm, slick and strong

It drags across my sweetness

With every stroke, I die a little more

The ecstasy of being consumed is all I know

I care not of tomorrow

Kill me, lick by lick