Summer Cream

That bell, gets me runnin like Pavlov's dog
panting and pawing for his icy cold cream
A few murmurred words, and it's there in my hand
I'm always suprised that he unwraps it for me
Sometimes when I'm home, I like to do it myself
But here, on the street, under the hot sun
There is no time
My swirling tongue melts it
My body chills suddenly
how can I be so hot and so complete
with just one taste
with one lick
I can never eat it fast enough
it just coats my tongue
and drips over my fingers
down
down
down
Until I'm finished
With this tasty ice cream masterpiece.