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Desire (quasi-adultish *giggles*)
by Shayla R CakesI can feel the cool substance slide down my throat
And the sweet taste tickle my my tongue.
I gaze longingly at that lovely deep brown
With little specks of green and gold embedded within.
I must taste you.
I must feel you inside of me.
I want you
I need you.
Everythings so hot --
I can almost feel you melting on my tongue.
On these hot, humid nights.
I want nothing more than you
Delicious chocolate ice cream 04/14/2003 Author's Note: sex, ice cream, is there REALLY a difference?
Posted on 04/15/2003
Copyright © 2025 Shayla R Cakes
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 04/15/03 at 05:21 AM yummy...ice cream or sex...or sex and ice cream ...in every which order...or together like in this poem! Nice read:) |
| Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 04/15/03 at 04:00 PM hahaha ... great read. i have several sex and ice cream poems in my library |
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