đť–Żlain, generic, and, sweet.
𝖲omething that just can’t be beat.
đť–łhe irony of so many.
đť–µanilla is not of any.
Godly silk of milky white and an Understatement of unrequited affection.
đť–˛he lies supine waiting for vanilla to pick a side.
đť–©ust above the rim of the cup,
vanilla built all the way to the top, with No mix-ins, an overscoop just for you, and a smile on the side too.
𝖲even o’three is what is going to be.
𝖲even o’three and a firm grip on me.
đť–¸es the irony of choosing originality when its the exact opposite of what you preach
đť–¤specially in between the sheets.
đť–¨ndeed nothing to write home about
just a medium cup of soupy iced cream.
𝖠flavor so **** sweet that’s sadly not for me.
đť–˛weet memories in time.
𝖨’ll continue on
with vanilla on my mind.
Medium vanilla with no toppings.
How ordinary yet you aren’t like of any.
vanilla is you but vanilla isn’t what you are. Vanilla isn’t how you play vanilla is what you taste.
