You tempt me with your icy treat,
A culinary masterpiece,
A frozen symphony so sweet,
A frozen symphony that won’t last.
You hold it with such tantalizing ease,
Your tongue caressing the frosty cone,
A slow and sensual tease,
A tease that leaves my heart aglow.
Your lips gently part,
Enclosing the creamy mound,
A seductive art,
A seductive art that makes me swoon.
The smile on your face,
The gleam in your eye,
A siren’s grace,
A siren’s grace that I can’t deny.
You convince me to indulge,
To succumb to my desire,
To take a bite of your frozen bulge,
To set my taste buds on fire.
I take a lick, and my senses ignite,
The cream so smooth and cold,
A delectable delight,
A delight that I can’t hold.
But alas, the cream begins to melt,
Drip by drip, it falls to the ground,
My bliss begins to pelt,
A lesson learned, profound.
So thank you for the object lesson,
For teaching me to savor the moment,
For showing me the beauty of a frozen cone,
Even though it’s fleeting and gone.
Tag: Siren
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Ice Cream Cone
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Waves of Ecstasy
As the waves crash upon the shore,
I feel a thrill that I can’t ignore,
Rushing through my veins with such force,
An ecstasy that I can’t divorce.
The foam and spray are like a dance,
With each movement, I am entranced,
Like a siren’s call to the sea,
I surrender and let myself be.
The rhythm, the pulse, the motion,
A symphony of pure devotion,
As I’m lost in this glorious tide,
I am filled with pure joy inside.
The sun sets on this perfect day,
As the waves carry my cares away,
In this moment, I am free,
Caught up in these waves of ecstasy.
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