Sugar, Sugar

You’ve got me
wanting more,
a linguist feast
for the soul,
a plate to lick,
a finger
in the frosting.

Succubus, I crave
words to melt
on the tongue,
to haunt rethinking,
to taffy twist
what thoughts
you knew.

Thesaurus addict,
I can’t be cured,
only left to wallow
in delicious words,
inviting you
to taste.