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Candy Coated Lifestyle(the answer to S. Copelin's Confection)





not the ordinary activity

one would partake in on a

Friday night

the football game would've sufficed

or Bible study would be even better

I thought Darron was treating me

to something to eat

I didn't know pussy was on the menu

not saying that I'm pure as

driven snow or am I perfect

and as much as I admire women

especially this one in front of me

just couldn't imagine myself here

she possesses the charms that you

wouldn't find in a cereal box

but the box that many men

lust for

spread for display so the

men could pay

you could almost tatse it

from a few feet away

the way she sashays that ass

seductively across the shiny

wooded platform

slowly as the melodic tunes of Ginuwine

compliments the presence of Candy Kane

as intrdouced by the DJ

She's a winner, no doubt

she looks as though she knows she's the shit

strolling like she won the prize

and in my eyes, she's gold

like the Lysol-sprayed pole

ready for the next stripper hoe

fresh and clean

from previous juicy twats

in an environment where

ass-for-cash is neccessary

Candy looks so pure, so clean

as if nothing but the Lever blessed the beaver

before making a painful sacrifice

to lawyers, carpenters, pro athletes, educators

among those who may not receive sweet sinful deeds

back at home

where the wives worry, bitch and complain

about why cable & heat ain't paid on time

sorry, but it's happy hour

and the price of ass is going up

She is truly an exotic masterpiece

but I know she hasn't quite acquired the experience

like some of these regular chicks

seems like this is her first night

and as she stares across my way

could I be her first dick?

First knob she can rob?

Perhaps invite me upon the stage

and let her have her way with me

while a 2nd chick joins in

but she has better plans than that

all 160lbs of that cinnamon tan

honey filled mass of real woman that the

average hard dick would call Heaven

but right now I'm callin Jesus

for He knows I have no business here

And as she removes my glasses

puts a candy cane in my mouth

and finds a temporary home in my lap

the sultry curls got tangled all in my face

a speechless being with the feeling of dry rape

with a manhood so powerful it could bust out

from these denims any second

her peach-scented arms blanket around me tight

as those delicious pair of tits

38C's that is

stood so perfectly and rubbed

against my perspired frame

Father, I cannot allow these images

to distort me, for I am being tested of

the bowels of temptation, Lord......

I am here for a purpose

but not to be pleased

but to do good in your name

I'm gonna need more than prayer

right now

as the local horny kats gather

for laughter and entertainment

I'm looking like a fuckin joke

in the presence of these fools

cuz I've resisted every

immoral motive thrown at me

she thinks I'm gay

no I don't swing that way

just thinkin of what these devils think of you

they use your body for a tool

influenced by Henny Rock or various

sources of substance

making you the substandard

the regular stripper hoe

as those dead presidents decorate

the g-strings of a body given by God

you would make a beautiful wife

instead of everyman's foot stool

cuz when after the cheap thrill expires

the nuts have been busted

the cheering and the shouting

has been expressed

clouding your memory

as envious other girls wanting what's yours

you're coming up short unable to feed your seeds

as the cycle continues another night...

week....

month......

so please......

don't grab my privates

grab my hand

come with me

and maybe recite a few parables

from Leviticus

over a cup of tea

and a coversation with God

cuz he sent me here

to save you

from this candy-coated lifestyle



"How am I gonna explain this to Bishop Saunders?"