The start of something big?
by cricketjeff on December 14, 2007. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
Cherry ice
That sound’s nice
This weekend will you melt?
Take my advice
Don’t ask me twice
My coldness you have felt
I heed you not
You could be hot
If ever I unwrap you
Just one small drink
And then you think
I’ve wanted to entrap you
You lips say no
And yet you show
The signs to lead me on
These signs may lie
It’s true that I
Just wish you would be gone
Your tongue now slips
Between your lips
To lick away the taste
It is not so
So please just go
Your attentions are misplaced
My lips will now
Just show you how
Our weekend could be spent
Not don’t do that
Just sit and chat
And maybe I’ll relent
I touch your thigh
And hear you sigh
Things can quickly change
Now don’t slow down
Or I shall frown
I have you in my range
Your hand on mine
It gives a sign
That you would like some more
Move your hand higher
And light my fire
And later you may score!
Against my chest
Your breasts are pressed
Our eyes are locked in synch
Your middle finger
Starts to linger
Where I’d like to link
I think I’ll kiss
My frosty Miss
To get things under way
You better kiss
Your frosty Miss
I’m ready now to play!
Author notes
Just a soft and naughty dalliance, I suspect you wanted the poem about what
came next!
English