gobstopper

the only one which fills out the shape of my mouth perfectly;
resting upon the soft gum
nestling against an ulcer

it is in turn sweet
it is in turn bitter
it is in turn soothing
it is in turn sour

the only one which fills out the shape of my mouth perfectly;
there is no leaving me
there is no leaving you

i in turn embrace it
i in turn dread it

i eventually stand still
it is the perfect fit
and there is no leaving
there is no more leaving