Erotic PoetryApple pie and ice cream

Apple pie and ice cream

If you come, he said,
I'll open you wide
so my rat can nibble your juice.
This ice cream cone melts
as my shivering hands
freeze it desperate back into form.
Edges slide for every scream
over flesh the edge will bite;
I bite hard to release
this rise as blood of lip
but honey burns around his tongue;
two fingers wait
where I can't find.

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