Candy Crush
I'm his candy crush. His sweet tooth provider, personal chocolate rider. I'm his candy bar snacker, his leave his lips sticky sweet, never ending tasty treat; when he spreads my lips, licks, and repeats.
His candy crush.
His candy crush.
He's that dark chocolate almond joy, natural suger high kind of guy.
My reece cup thick as peanutbutter.
See I'm not the type to share with another because he leaves a feeling of that york peppermint patty sensation.
His Hershey kisses take me to new elevations and I lose my concentration.
Over this candy crush.
Over this candy crush.
Those double dipped, triple thick, milk chocolate lips.
His cocoa colored eyes send chills through my thighs he's no ordinary guy.
He leaves the tastiest aromas when passes by.
I can't help and I won't deny I want to savor his flavor and have him sample mine.
He's turned me into a sweetness fiend.
Never in my wildest dreams would I think or even believe that he has made me lust after his Mr.Goodbar, but that's okay because I have him feeling the same way about my marshmallow soft center in which he says he vividly remembers.
Both lips he says were so sweet, he said he could eat on them for hours like a licorice piece.
Made his mouth so juicy as a Georgia peach and he promised not to miss a spot I had to name him Sir Licks A lot as I melted in his mouth and some on his hand, face, and chin.
He's my sweet tooth provider
I'm his chocolate stick rider.
He's my....
I'm his....
Candy Crush.
I'm his chocolate stick rider.
He's my....
I'm his....
Candy Crush.
Lady (C) 2013
