sugar high
©1999 by Jeannie McMullen

You make my mouth water
Like pink cotton candy
in perfect cloudy skies
like at the carnival.
But I fight the urge
realizing the absurdity
of my expectations
When finally I take a chance
at tasting your sweetness
I can not
get enough
despite my sticky hands
with wishes of you
adhering to my pink fingertips
I am happy when she realizes
there is no napkin
in her industrial sized purse
And I must ride the whole
car ride home
with sticky you
on my fingers,
and on my face.

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