Feeling your shiver on my lips,
I can't help but remember the last
time I snarfed you (in a flare of
what can only be described as
orgiastic rapture): the sense of
you drifting over my tongue
(the honey was a nice touch) and
my fingers sailing your surface -
only rising for air and to see your
almond eyes enticing me to
finish what I started.
finish what I started.(God, I love ice-cream.)
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