MY FIRST TIME
The first time I tried it
I approached cautiously
Uncertain; hesitant; timid.
To place my tongue, my lips
To this. To put it inside my mouth?
But bravely I took it in my hand.
And clasped it firmly, to hide my fear.
Then. What joy! What bliss!
I must admit, that with
That initial caress of my tongue,
As it quickly darted out. Then
Retreated behind the safety of my lips,
I fell. The feel of it. The taste of it.
Even the look of it. With my all I fell
in love. If love is what you call it.
When you can't get enough of a thing.
And I could not. From the smooth
Silky surface to its parts which retain
Rough spots. Whether soft or hard.
How enraptured I become, as I
Glide my tongue across the head.
And how neither twirling my tongue
Around its circumference, nor dragging it
From base to top, ever truly satisfies.
No. But, taking it wholly within
My mouth then drawing
Slowly, slowly up. Brings me
Delight. Rapture. Ecstasy.
Then that glorious culmination, when
Completion is at hand. As I sit with white
Cream drying on my lips, dribbling
Down my chin, And wonder anxiously
When I shall be allowed the experience
Again. For this you see is my weakness.
My shameful delight. My naughty passion.
For it fulfills my desires. This sinful sensual loving of
...A vanilla ice cream cone.