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Sundae Sunday
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Sundae Sunday I know we are past the Ice Cream on Half Nekkid Wednesday, but couldn't we celebrate it all week?? My friend sent me this in honor of that deliciously drippy dessert, so I thought I would share it, with his permission, of course! He's a talented poet and has sent me some amazing [and amusing] sensuous poems throughout this past year. Enjoy this like a long lick of a soft serve cone on a lazy August day!! mwah! ~Busti I could be patient and wait upon the step, eager to see you dance in through the door with anticipation on your breath. I could be the tourist standing next in line, I may see your eyes aglow as desires flicker 'cross your mind. I could be your server and gently caress your creamy treat. Or "accidentally" feel the brush of skin as our transaction becomes complete. But I'm sure you see where this is going, the purpose of this poem? If I could be anything at all, I would choose to be the cone. Oh, to feel your warm firm grasp, warming lips and breath of hottest steam, there are many fantasies for me to contemplate, But I choose to be Ice cream. by washingtoney  ~~~" Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift." --Mary Oliver~~~ |
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I know we are past the Ice Cream on Half Nekkid Wednesday, but couldn't we celebrate it all week?? My friend sent me this in honor of that deliciously drippy dessert, so I thought I would share it, with his permission, of course! He's a talented poet and has sent me some amazing [and amusing] sensuous poems throughout this past year. Enjoy this like a long lick of a soft serve cone on a lazy August day!! mwah! ~Busti Ice Cream I could be patient and wait upon the step, eager to see you dance in through the door with anticipation on your breath. I could be the tourist standing next in line, I may see your eyes aglow as desires flicker 'cross your mind. I could be your server and gently caress your creamy treat. Or "accidentally" feel the brush of skin as our transaction becomes complete. But I'm sure you see where this is going, the purpose of this poem? If I could be anything at all, I would choose to be the cone. Oh, to feel your warm firm grasp, warming lips and breath of hottest steam, there are many fantasies for me to contemplate, But I choose to be Ice cream. by washingtoney ~~~" Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift." --Mary Oliver~~~
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a long lick would be delicious  When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro. The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.
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Ice cream as a food play ingredient is a fun choice. My not so long ago HNW post A Fine Local Taste, on HNW is about my friend D. It contains shots of her sucking my cock and a milkshake at the same time, and a shot of me licking ice cream from her nipple. Dont Stand on the Beaver OUCH Thanks Mom Me and My Ice Pop, on HNW [post 3312759] My Private Post - Tell Me ALL Your Secrets – Anything you write here is just between us
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Every day should be ice cream day!
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Oh yes What a mess Out of a machine All prefect and smooth Add so sprinkle and nuts too But after you pay It start to melt away So lick lick lick Around in circles Or have it run down your hand Enjoy the taste Enjoy the cold Enjoy which ever cone you hold The best part of it all is the end The last of the ice cream Last of the cone.
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8/15/2021 12:17 pm |
Love your Erotic Poems!
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very sensuous . ty
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I would love to have a ice cream cone in my warm hands as I lick it and taste the creamy melt.
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Do I lick that cone, or your erogenous zone?  
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