The Shake
I look up at you
as I drink my cold shake,
feeling bits of unmixed vanilla ice-cream
melt as they pass my lips, joining with
the rest of the icy chocolate
sliding smoothly down my tongue.
I casually stir the remains of
my quickly disapearing desert,
dark chocolate and milk joining to form my
favorite mixture as you stare,
jealously wishing you had ordered the same.
I grin and quickly suck down the remnants
of my chilling drink
and stop just short of emptying the glass
to leave you just enough
to whet your desire for more.
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