A Villanelle on Vanilla
(and other flavours)
 
 
Lovemaking is like licking ice-cream cones.
From plain vanilla to rough gingerbread
Each flavour has erotic overtones.
 
As soft as skin cream or as hard as bones,
Bright white, light pink or, even, cherry red,
Lovemaking is like licking ice-cream cones.
 
There’s singles, simples, doubles – homophones.
Three scoops – peach, pear and plum – three in a bed.
Each flavour has erotic overtones.
 
Some smile, some sigh, some make ecstatic moans,
Some even shudder at the fare they’re fed.
Love-making is like licking ice-cream cones.
 
From men in shopping malls to queens on thrones,
With rum’n’raisin or with mint instead
Each flavour has erotic overtones.
 
Erogenous and gastronomic zones:
Aren't sprinkles, syrups, flakes like giving head?
Lovemaking is like licking ice-cream cones.
Each flavour has erotic overtones.

Conor Kelly

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