[ Lesbian ] Sub Zeroed in Dom Nation

 
The dog days of summer  
were barking up the wrong trees.  
 
Even my Fortress of Solitude  
was melting into your average  
Kryptonian complex.  
 
She drove the ice cream truck  
on the upper west side  
of Hell's Kitchen and tried  
to give me the cold shoulder  
straps.  
 
However, the irony was a tube topic  
of discussion without any boobs  
and was quickly lost upon me
---went right over my head.
 
Regardless, we were bitches in heat  
 
I puddled as I peddled, chasing  
her down the street on my cycle  
---narrowly avoided being poodled,  
bichoned, and schnauzered.  
 
The invitation to enter inside of her  
moveable feast was an unexpected  
surprise; I wasn't accustomed to  
meals on wheels, let alone desserts.  
 
My graham cracker cone was soggy  
from thoughts of being tongued  
maliciously.  
 
I salivated at the delicious prospect  
of partaking in her perfumed parfait.  
 
She wanted me to submit to a split  
while preparing the banana insertion  
kept chilled in her frigid box.  
 
Training wheels were peeled away.  
 
Glancing over my shoulder apprehensively,  
I waffled, but was immediately seized  
by her icy grip and sudden temperature  
plunges.  
 
My muffed cries of FUCK! Fuck! fuck!  
trailed off into throbbing blindness  
at the brain freez---