Lonely Nights Without Ice Cream Comments

Feelings! ! Longing and craving! Lonely nights, In need of someone around. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

now, THIS i can relate to! ! ! I'll soon be over with your dish, brimming with French Vanilla, in hot fudge, swimming. First lick it. Then lap it up like a starving dog. A few weeks of this and you'll look like a hog! But hog or not, I'll keep on bringing (still brimming) , and add burgers & hots, with each and ever trimming: pickle relish, onion, horseradish, catsup, AND mustard, and follow up with orgasmic maple syrup on custard. to MyPoemList bri (: