Casting guilty glances sideways, I steal furtive and lustful looks.
Behind the counter, nestled in gossamer mist sits seduction.
Ice cream colors in luscious parade torture me.
I must have some or suffer torment.
Lips moisten as my knuckles pale.
In the end, I surrender.
A craving too overwhelming.
The avalanche begins.
Blissful indulgence.
Heaven.
- Bisoy
This Bisoy piece originally appeared in Creative Writing Exercises as, well, a creative writing exercise. Duh. Bisoy originated a regular creative writing exercise in his company, participated by copy writers in the office.
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