Sweet

I am ice cream fool in love with you,
the whole red and white striped jacket deal,
white slacks creased, and my little hat, too.
Like a cone for you, or some waffle in your cup,
a single scoop now, then two-three more
and more, my tongue will lick up every drip
before it puddles out in the heat.
How hot I am, how hot I am,
you’re going to know how, so
I’ll need you to cool me down,
your fried ice cream man, sugar,
my hands melt you down and scoop you up,
all warm and steamy, all ice cream dreamy,
come on, my sweet, it’s time to eat.