Seducing scoops of ice cream,
Wait in silence,
Bathing in chocolate syrup
As it rolls down glossy curves,
Melting in time
Into a silky velvet bed.
Plump red lips shine sweet sweat,
Whispers rise in foggy haze.
Its tongue drools,
Dripping off the edges;
Every drop a tickle.
Temptation surrenders—
We give in to our prey,
Stripping it cold,
Pouncing and devouring—
Not a lick to waste.
But truly,
Are we the hunter
Or the hunted?
Just dusting my brain!
This is definitely one of my personal favorites ;)
Icecream: The hunted, or the hunter?