Green mint breath, with a predator’ s thirst, her hot steamed plunder spanked to affection; some candy man love. Her tom-tom palms, such smooth pony thighs; candy requires perfection, ride, boy ride. The monkey house screams, call it a wild girl whisper, her hot scripted words; I believe in love. Candy riders, where’ s this going? Going to slaughter, touching her thighs; riding the animal slide. My candy girl, little steamed fluffer, she sweats warm venom; I feel her love. You’ re pretty slow, if you still don’ t know. It’ s called taste of the savage, for ponys and monkeys, a sweet attraction; for candy boy love. She was hired to please, to guard above the knee. You got it now. It was ‘ 62 and I was hot.