an ice cream cone
an envelope closed
your tongue in my mouth
the frosting from a donut
the rarity of excessive fun, tongue stretched out to get every drop
the sweet salt from your skin when you’re close and within
an ice-cube which turns into a suck, the melt falling from my mouth in a deluge.
a white knuckle as my teeth surrounds my finger in an anxiety ridden bite.
away the haze of hype to get to the truth of it all
converts ‘to a lapping like a thirsty dog at its water bowl.