My favorite chocolate bicycle drips in the sun
I could smell it for miles, and they could too
sugary gooey, milky.
Bare feet sink into the pedals
squish through my toes
thick muddy
mouth-watering,
squelch.
Hands coated in
rich salted sweet
steering is difficult.
Delicious drizzles down my kneecaps and calves
**** sticking and sliding on the seat
I barely make it home with
all of the children rushing after me
to steal my chocolate bike
before it melts.
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 3:01 PM UTC
My favorite chocolate bicycle drips in the sun
I could smell it for miles, and they could too
sugary gooey, milky.
Bare feet sink into the pedals
squish through my toes
thick muddy
mouth-watering,
squelch.
Hands coated in
rich salted sweet
steering is difficult.
Delicious drizzles down my kneecaps and calves
**** sticking and sliding on the seat
I barely make it home with
all of the children rushing after me
to steal my chocolate bike
before it melts.
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