Baby
It’s melting so fast
Two scoops
Syrup
Whipped cream
And
A cherry on top
But the real dessert
Lies beneath
You decide
To just watch it melt
As the white cream
Drips between my lips
And down my crack
Leaving behind a sticky
Residue
Now I’m vanilla flavored
Just for you
It’s almost gone
You’re licking your lips
With glee
You can’t wait
To get a taste of me
You dive right in
Like a swimmer
At the sound of a pop
‘Cause there’s nothing left
But the cherry on top.
