Lollipop Poem Novels & Stories

I ask Lily she steers me into the room, turning around, she passes me a red solo cup. Lily makes a thoughtful face, and I know she is considering what I’ve just asked her, I take the time to bring the cup to my nose sniffing it. A sweet fruity smell tells me it is some kind of fruit punch. When I don’t smell any acidy or metallic bitter smell that might be associated with poison, my nose, and instinct telling me that it was safe to drink I take a small sip. A cool sweet taste blossoms on my tongue. “Er. . . Twenty-eight I think. Why” she asked then takes a sip from her own cup.

Insecure shoes often obscuring the walls, the sonata of chemicals likens heads to garage tires you’ve spared for cool household principles. I bet you look down, look down so hard to catch the open light unfurling, like a beef falafel surprising schoolchildren from Bandra, Mumbai I earn a living by re-counting poetic lines and make them smell of cardamom. Carton-shroud livelihood makes a statement. To live comfortably is to fall in love with euphoria: 100%. Sweetheart of lies—

He got me flowers with a note containing a poem; Plenty of apologies Plenty of kisses Too much love for you Many beautiful promises Lots of hugs Tender feelings so true I will do anything To make up to you I am sorry. It was such a corny poem that I smiled and rolled my eyes when I read it. I was reading it every now and then despite how corny it was. Femi was adorable that was for sure. Such a sweet guy. I had a feeling from the corniness of the poem that he didn’t know what to do with himself in this situation, hence the corniness.

but where’s the fun in that? Fun—by which I mean the overwhelming nerves that almost make me gag. Still, I lean down and dig around in my bag, my hand wrapping around another lollipop. I look at it. Cherry flavor. My favorite. Do cherry-flavored condoms exist—NO. Think of other things. Slowly, I remove the wrapper from the lollipop and feel my body getting warmer and warmer. The stick feels pathetic in my mouth, and when I put it in the wrapper and dump it in my bag, I stare at the purple lollipop a second too long.

He was silent for a while before starting to slowly swirl his head from side to side and reciting. “Drinking deep into Autumn's night. “Feeling like puking the next day’s light. “Though I was annoyed and bored. “I lamented.” The minute he finished, he anxiously asked Penny, “Gorgeous Penny, my poem is pretty meaningful right? Do you think I have hopes of becoming the champion?” At his words, Jewel could not help but spit the candy in her mouth out before smiling and said, “Haha! Mister, this man’s poem is interesting. He just did doggerel! Haha!”

// I shoot u like a movie, keep Ya fans behind the sin, // Arranging children on a queue is the only time u'll ever form a line // Berra Get Ya face cap and cover Ya shame // Braaaaaaaaaah 🎶 Ariana dropped the mic on the ground accompanied with a chants of her name, and a few mocking Lloyd. "Damn. She got some bars. About you put behind prison bars kiddo. Show us what you got" The DJ chuckled. Lloyd grinned, picking up the mic 🎶 If you got a grenade stuck up your p*ssy, you still ain't gonna blow // thinking your game while I played u like lotto card, now watch me fist blow and leave u bloody like used sanitary pads // this ur last lap, like ur sittin on a SIM, ur ass is on the line // ev

as I could feel him getting hard. Someone handed me a lollipop. I unwrapped it with my teeth and let it rest between my lips. I tapped it against his mouth. “Open.” He does it without thinking…. mesmerized by me. I pulled away before it turned into something else and headed back to the stage. The final spin is faster and stronger. I let go with one hand, arching my body slightly, then slid down clean and landed perfectly. The crowd erupted in applause and cheers I walked back to Liam, adrenaline buzzing through me.

After the interrogation that day, fuck had a grown woman like me craving, but since there was no cock around and no vibrator, I had to use my fingers to oh yeah that's the spot. When I was done with the masturbation, just then on my phone, a notification beeped in on my Facebook. It didn't seem like me receiving my porn, instead, it was a poem from someone with no profile picture or picture on his wall. His username says Mr Romantic and his poem read, I can never look at a drop of dew in a buttercup without beholding shafts of love in the retreats of your eyes In you there is unity; your face and form is a blend of perfect line and contour

" I'm too lazy to look him in the eye. Suddenly he steps forward, snatches the lollipop out of my mouth and puts it in his own mouth. ”You!” I was shocked and angry. He shamelessly spread his hands: "What's wrong? I saved your life and got you breakfast. Don't you deserve a little reward?" 'Suit yourself! If I stay with him any longer, he could really piss me off. But he was very proud, the lollipop smacked loudly: "This candy tastes so sweet." "Hehe." I sneered. He leaned close to my ear again: "It must be because it adds spices that other sugars don't." What is it?"

After a pause, she reached into her other hand and held out a lollipop. Ethan blinked in surprise and asked softly, “What’s this for?” Lorry grinned. “Whenever I get hurt, Mommy gives me a bandage and a lollipop. So you should have one too.” Her innocence broke something inside him—the kind of ache that words couldn’t soothe. He smiled through the tightness in his chest, gently kissed her forehead, and whispered, “Thank you, sweetheart.” Then he stood up, slipped into his car, and looked at her one last time. Lorry waved at him joyfully, the lollipop now in her mouth, as if the world was perfectly fine. He managed a small wave back before driving away.