You never force my hand
to grasp and plunge into
your sweet circular security.
When I take you in
my mouth you melt down
my throat and I shudder.
My dry lips wetten
and I kiss your cold body
sculpted and curved in crystals.
The longer you sit revealed
the faster you melt
spilling onto the summer sheets.
Mother always warned
that it was a sin
to eat ice cream in bed.
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 1:09 PM UTC
You never force my hand
to grasp and plunge into
your sweet circular security.
When I take you in
my mouth you melt down
my throat and I shudder.
My dry lips wetten
and I kiss your cold body
sculpted and curved in crystals.
The longer you sit revealed
the faster you melt
spilling onto the summer sheets.
Mother always warned
that it was a sin
to eat ice cream in bed.
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