Sex and Candy

Candy was her name, she always tasted sweet

She never dressed the same it was always a treat

Knocking three times revealed it was her

One day I opened and she was wearing nothing but a fur

Always the same, but each time better

I knew it would end and it did with her letter

I received it today and it started “Dear John, ”

My heart dropped down it was all a con

She had taken my identity and now was gone

poem by Wesley Domning
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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