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sonnet #1,637

They're my hard candy cane, lick beyond a bite,
They're my sour licorice, sweet lemon gum,
They're my cake iced, cubes of turkish delight,
They're my cheese cream, its bed of biscuit crumb.
They're my pavlova tiered, each twirl a flight,
They're my scoop, icecream raisins flavoured rum,
They're my eggnog, sipped as last thing at night,
They're my fruit toffee'd, apple, peach or plumb.
Your lips are lush, that's whether glazed or glossed,
I can't engage enough when kissing them
In broad daylight, my inhibitions lost,
Just give me your hot tongue, or your sweet phlegm.
Kiss, honey, ladle on your treacle treat,
We're peered by people, alley, lane, else street.

(Chorus)

o treat
o gift
o present