just one touch
of your scorching
velvet tongue
sends me melting
against your lips,
coolness fading
in the presence
of your heat,
what you don’t consume
left in a vanilla puddle
on the sidewalk
as you move on
to sample the next flavor.
~~~~ This was written in response to a prompt from Theme Thursday asking for poems about ice cream.
5 comments:
Some people are never satisfied and continue to look for a reason to move on! Shun them.
ouch...this goes from sensual to a painful melt on the sidewalk discarded in the end..
What leap from the sweet sensual tongue to the sadness and betrayal ~ Well done including the picture, it says a lot ~
Mary I love this, sensuality, really powerful visual in the first stanza--Nice!
Lovely play of sensuality and doom at the end. Poor ice cream!! Should have given it to me!!
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