A Sexy Erotic Poem by Angele Ellis
You dreamed I was sharing ice cream with another man
and when I gave you the carton, only a few lumps
rattled on the bottom. Tonight, in the steam-heated summer
of your apartment, I open a new cylinder of vanilla, smooth
as fresh-laundered sheets, flecked with the dark spice of
your dream.
I trace your initials in the softening surface, paint your
mouth
with chill sweetness, as your full underlip disappears
like a rose under snow. Spooning will come later. Now
I use my fingers, scooping the essence of childhood onto
your tongue.
You suck and sigh.
I catch my breath and kiss you, melting
the buttons of your shirt. I decorate the buds of your nipples,
finishing my licks with an unexpected bite. Make and unmake
a cold ribbon down your chest. Ornament your upright cock
like an Isaly’s Skyscraper Cone, trekking in firm tender
flesh.
Vanilla pools against the cardboard, just enough left
for you to spread like frosting on my thighs, cool the hot
wetness
between my lips. This is a recurring dream, the electric shock
of your entrance, ice and fire, plunging into the cream.
Originally published January 2010