Ice melts on fevered flesh
slipping down in tiny streams
over mounds of skin
that beg to be licked and sucked
with freshly frozen ice between Sir\'s teeth
ready to assault my peaks
dripping cold across my libidos\' point
frozen mountains thawed by desires heat
pointing up to the night\'s sky
ready and waiting breathlessly for you, Sir
Out playing in the night, the garden is quiet
minus the moans from breathless lips
the ice stimulates my passion higher than a dream
as delight shoots deep
sparkling in pleasure\'s ecstasy
on a frozen ride through sub-space paradise
Sir is ready & I am waiting
reality is a dream with you & me as one
counting stars as the ice slithers down
shivers run to every nerve
when kisses turn into licks
edging further between the legs
waiting & urging for devilish games