Morning light showed the brilliance
as condensation swept down its cheek.
The gleam of its eyes drifted my wandered breathe
to smolder at its rainbow array.
My tongue, a drop of saliva
seeking a wondered lush
that evades to memories lost.
O Gelatinous Ice mage, where hath thine journey left thee?
'Twas once forthright that thou blood flowed in my veins
but all in vain as my mirror flows tears of misfortune.
Did not I, in all the jonesed swelling,
buy legions of you in furvented passion?
Did not my labors find purchase from corporate pockets
and swell my tsunamis of love for thee?
Harken back to me from times lost!
Sooth my lust with though sleek, wetted glance!
O Gelatin Pops, Sign me full stroked to contract thee
until my bitter bones bequeath.
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