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Nov 2012
I lick my lips in anticipation
as my eyes wander
up and down your length

And I lean forward
run my tongue just around
the edge to sample your flavorβ€”

Dulce de leche ice cream cone,
you will forever be my favorite.
Yes, I am terrible.  I also wanted ice cream this evening, but I decided it was too cold. :(
Isoindoline
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