• Feeling your shiver on my lips,
    I can't help but remember the last
    time I snarfed you (in a flare of
    what can only be described as
    orgiastic rapture): the sense of
    you drifting over my tongue
    (the honey was a nice touch) and
    my fingers sailing your surface -
    only rising for air and to see your
    almond eyes enticing me to
    finish what I started.
    finish what I started.(God, I love ice-cream.)