Messy business
By Grannyrosie
MESSY BUSINESS Just the perfect length, To fit snugly in my hand, Softness surrounds the hardness, It is really something grand The bulbous bit, perched there on top, Holds a pure delight, I wish it were available, Each, and every night. Sometimes I think I could have four, Then even go again for more. It’s messy when the centre runs, Down my hands, sticky thumbs. My tongue gets very busy, Flicking, licking up so quick. I hate it when it is all gone. I still have to learn the trick. To make it last forever. It would be so good you see, If my ice-cream didn’t melt so fast, Slop all over me. Written January 4th, 2002 © on Jan 03 2002 04:38 PM PST, Patricia Rosenberg 0 • 14
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