Lick (an acrostic poem)

Lounging in the shade, Marcus stared at his ice cream cone

It was dripping chocolate down the cone, almost touching his hand

Chills of pleasure went down his spine as he slurped up the drippings

Keeping his eyes closed in rapture, he didn’t see the rest of the ice cream tumble to the ground

 

Image: pngimg.com/uploads/ice_cream/ice_cream_PNG5083.png

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