"A Woman and Her Ice Creme" by Rusty Algren

A Woman and Her Ice Creme

Oh classic beauty, depths untold

I watch the Ice Creme slither cold

Butterscotch, of golden hue

Across your breast, the other too

Slowly down your silken shape

The Ice Creme wanders like a snake

Drifting down between your thighs

It softly coats your sweet surprise

I lick the Ice Creme, taste your mouth

Then let my tongue slide slowly south

Hearts are throbbing in our chests

Lips linger long upon your breasts

Moving gently further down

Tongue in navel, swirling round

They slowly part, those silken thighs

Your nether lips before my eyes

You shiver slightly, quiver, quake

Anxious for the love we'll make

I slowly lean to lick the Creme

But I wake up, it's all a dream

Rusty Algren

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