When I taste you I feel warm inside,
Even when you're always frigid.
Cold, I freeze to the core with pride,
Especially after a good licking.
Smooth and silken you melt in my hands,
Consumed you drip from my lips.
I tighten my grip as you come to an end,
Sugar walls I begin to strip.
Exposed
I lean in for the last of you,
I lean in for the last of you,
Inside my mind starts to scream.
Sugar that resonates through and through,
My beloved vanilla ice cream.
~Ebony
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