An ice treat

                                                          

If asked for a treat,

Let us once prefer a delicious ice treat.

At a place,with an ambience of "world in white"

No tattered roof is required above the enticed heads

No woollen garments and no stoles.

Preferring some snow flake prints,hugging the sweet skin of those horse -thighs 

Let us run and roll in the snow.

Rolling the Siberian ice in its crisp,raw form.

I would like to devour the two flakes together like a glutton.

Even if it bleeds or cuts my tongue into two

I would still be infatuated with the blood oozing out of my taste buds

I would share the affordable blood drops

With hundreds of those fur seals hidden somewhere around,

And cuddle with their lovely fur,until I am exhausted.

Giving blood,after all,is easy,quick and saves lives.

Shaved ice can be a companion for many days

And no one would ask,"Are you on a diet?"

With flavours of sky and topping of snow like a little,red cherry

I will carve out the passage to my stomach for them,

To rest ,ignite and release energy.

Author's Note

Thanks for reading :)

Reviews

[Robert]

Very interesting, you have a very thought provoking writing style.

[fattycbreezy52]

Thank you so much:)