by graypoet

Holding it in my grasp
I see her gaze land
It was firm moments ago
Now drips over my hand.

I can see her desire
Tongue wetting her lip
She waits in anticipation
As I offer her the tip.

She is hesitant at first
Will she like the taste
But only a moment’s pause
She licks it in haste.

I knew it wasn’t right
To have it all alone
I gladly share with her
My melting ice cream cone.

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