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Ice cream
Round, milky
lucious
cherry tipped
cinnamon sprinkles
begging your tongue
to dance along
the curves
smooth and sweet
delicate lines
blueberry syrup
trickle down
pooling in the cleft
the warmth
of your breath
melting
into puddles.
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I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. -Sarah Williams
Last edited by Kat : 02-04-2006 at 03:38 AM.
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