Tonight, I’ll be your ice cream sweet –
the one you crave, your secret treat.

With hungry eyes you take your pick,
impatient, hands undress me quick.

Right on the street, no time to wait,
your burning hands dictate my fate.

I melt, I drip, slide down your chin,
Leave trails upon your helpless skin.

Your fingers sticky, stained with me,

‘til nothing’s left but ecstasy.

Oh, taste me deep, devour me whole –
the guilty pleasure fo your soul.

But tell me, love, why do they stare?
Does passion shock? Do they not dare?

Don’t they, beneath their guarded skin,
desire to taste some sweet iced sin?