Perfect Sweetness

looking at it
approaching it with my hungry eyes
I watched its moisture flowing
I wanted to caress it
with my eager tongue

its brownness, dark and inviting
a lava of milky desire
around its rim
my hands trembled a little
as I reached out

cupping it, holding it
owning it
ooo ecstasy
and my tongue licked it
slowly...perfect sweetness....

aaah...Gelato!

*this poem was entered in a competition here. thank you for reading*