My Favorite Confection

Fingers encircling such a rigid thing
Palm remains steadfast in its holding
So hard and yummy it feels within my grasp
Gliding ever so easily within my clasp

My mouth endures such a wonderful yearning
Desire builds within me with such a burning
Lips descend slowly upon the tip
Glistening dew falls upon my lip

Soft open kisses around the shaft
Working my tongue flat like no other craft
Gently rolling it in and out of my mouth
Licking up its juices as I travel south

The taste causing my body to stir
Eyes asking, “How am I doing sir?”
My saliva intermingling with its sap
Tongue lashing about as it taps

The sweet sound of suckling within the air
Every ounce of fluid drinking without a care
Fully diving deep within my soft walls
Soft chocking sounds gargling is my call

Motion to and fro above such pleasure
So happy that I found such a treasure
Rhythm increases in such haste
To eat this Ice Popsicle as I taste