I see it
I crave it
I reach for it
It's tempting and teasing
Making desire burn brighter
My tongue snakes out to brush it
Small drips forming
Licking to clear the drops
Swirling around the base
Up one side
Back down the other
Wrapping lips around the tip
Tasting the sweetness
Savoring the creaminess
Enjoying the fulfilment
While paying the street vendor for
my ice cream cone.
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