#1
we have
dinner late
in the bedroom.
strawberry ice cream
from the same
bowl,



my lips
opening yours
like a
boullion
cup,

my tongue the
spoon-







they gently
brush for
a bit, churning
the sweet, milky
froth.

i take another
spoonful, tipping
it between your
lips.







you dip a finger
into the bowl and
place it in
my mouth, grinning,
leaning your
head sideways.



reaching beneath,
i weave my
fingers through
yours. i hold your
hand like this
for a while,
rolling my tongue
over and
around
the fingertip
still in my
mouth.






the ice cream
is gone
now,
but

in this
light,
your skin
is







strawberry pink.
Last edited by Dregen at Mar 2, 2017,
#2
The line breaks help with the pacing, definitely fit the overall theme.  I was never much of a romantic, though, not my style; but I appreciate the execution.