Cherry Poem by Jeanette Dunlap

Everyday I count each moment
My passion I have to vent
Like a singer with a new song
With you is where I belong

Wearing your paper thin gown
I carefully, slowly pull it down
Revealing the perfect view
Anxious, I start to lick you

From your bottom to your top
Once started, I can't stop
As your juices begin to flow
I'll be wearing my after~glow

Now all over my cheeks
My excitement really peaks
The most wonderful taste
Taking care not to waste

You're all gone so quick
Nothing left but the stick
This was meant to tickle
My ode to the popsicle