stuffed myself sick of you

want to tie you up with twizzlers, cover you in caramel, gag you with gumdrops, slather you in syrup
and then
want to kiss you, lick you, press my teeth to your skin and peel off the caramel, want to slowly slide a twizzler in and watch it disappear inch by inch into your greedy mouth
and then
want to pull you close and smother you with sweet candy-coated kisses