Everyday I count each moment
My passion I have to vent
Like a singer with a new song
With you is where I belong
Wearing your paper thin gown
I carefully, slowly pull it down
Revealing the perfect view
Anxious, I start to lick you
From your bottom to your top
Once started, I can't stop
As your juices begin to flow
I'll be wearing my after~glow
Now all over my cheeks
My excitement really peaks
The most wonderful taste
Taking care not to waste
You're all gone so quick
Nothing left but the stick
This was meant to tickle
My ode to the popsicle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well I've def not heard a poem on that subject before!