Soul's Ecstasy
A crystal cup
Warm hot chocolate
Topped with cool Vanilla ice
Swirls of fruits danced around
A dollop of rich cream on top
Tongue about to experience ecstasy
A tiny dirty hand stretched
Hungry eyes bored into mine
The crystal shook and wobbled
The glass was passed
He licked the cream and tasted delight
The soul found ecstasy
Copyright © Tahera Mannan | Year Posted 2011
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