Ice Cream?

The way you smiled and smelled.
The simplicity of being able to talk to you.
The night at the ice cream shop where the only cream we ate was dripping out my pussy down your chin. You made me feel the love you had for me feel so alive with every touch and every stroke.

Sadly! Although it felt so right, the timing of it all was so wrong. If only we can go back in time and start all over again, the ice cream shop will be the only day I’d repeat.