DRIP (An Erotic Poem)

I look up at you and smile
my body exposed and waiting
im quivering with anticipation
you smile back at me
and i finally see what you're holding
it's clear as glass and it catches the light
turning it to liquid fire as it begin to melt
dripping between your fingers
a fire that reflects the one
which you've stoked in me
you let the ice drip on my skin
creating tingles so delicious
preparing me for the shock of cold
and yet you're teasing me too
because i can see the ice cube
but it hasnt touched me yet
drip, drip, drip

on my lips
drip, drip, drip

on my breasts
drip, drip, drip

on my stomach
and i drip, drip, drip

right along with it
i gasp as you suddenly place it on me
opening myself to the sensation
the cool burn of the path your tracing on my body
a path you chase with your tongue
you put the ice thats no longer a cube
in your mouth as you part my thighs and
cold, dripping wetness finally meets hot, sticky moistness
i cry out like an animal at the mercy of some predator
as ecstatic madness overtakes me
while you use your mouth to rub the ice
into my pleasure center...

"Drip"
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