Sunday, May 16, 2010

Ice Cream

Its ice melts there
upon its cone
so tempting
Turns me on
My eyes slide down
under its spell
and bulged
Eager to fell.
To lust as hot
as burning fire
with the fidelity
of the heart's desire.
To never grieve
but crave for more
it serves as key
when my heart sores.

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