Ice Milk Ice Cream
Ice milk ice cream shining frost
where cool sensations stun.
The sting of flavor to your lick
where lips come off as one.
This slop to sooth a sticky tongue
with flavor pooled as swill.
Where liquid's running down your throat
to see you get your fill.
You're stomach panging in an ooze
of cream you washed to pit.
You're smile come out to say it's thanks
relieved to stop it's fit.
Soon calmer now and more relaxed,
you breath a little less.
Yet still you stretch to speed your heart
for more, should you say yes.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2016
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