CANDY SEX

It was another pay day,
and I was tired of Mr. Good bar.

I saw Miss Hershey standing behind the
Powerhouse on the corner of Clark and Fifth
Avenue when I whipped out my Whopper
and whispered, *Hey Sweetheart, how'd you like to crunch on my big hunk for a Million Dollar Bar?

Well, she immediately went down on my Tootsie Roll, and it was like pure Almond Joy!

I couldn't help but grab her delicious Mounds
because it was easy to see that this little Twix
had the Red Hots.

It was all I could do to hold the Snickers and Crackle as my Butter finger went up hit tight little Kit Kat and she started to scream, *Oh Henry, Oh Henry!*

Soon she was fondling my Peter Pan and Zag Nut
and I knew it wouldn't be long before I blew my Milk Duds clear to Mars, that gave her a taste of the old Milky Way.

She asked me if I was into M&M, but I said,
*Hey Chicklet, no kinky stuff* I said, *Look you little Reese's Pieces, don't be a Zero, be a Lifesaver. Why don't you take my Whatchamacallit and slip it up your Bit O Honey?*

(What a piece of Juicy Fruit she was, too!)

She screamed, *Oh Crackerjack, you're better than
the Three Musketeers!* As I rammed my Ding Dong up her Rocky Road and into her Peanut Butter Cup.

Well, I was giving it to her Good N Plenty,
when all of a sudden... My Star burst!

Yeah, as luck would have it, she started to grow
Chunky and complained of a Wrigley in her tummy.

Sure enough, nine months later, out popped?
BABY RUTH!!!