Oh Dairy, the love I have for you is a love one may never understand. I love your taste in a soft serve form, as you drip down into a brown waffle bowl cone. Your cold touch against my hand keeps my heart breathing and warm. Your white liquid that pours over ice into a glass, big tall glass ahhh, the sound from the back of my flesh, satisfying my thirst after your insides touch my lips. My tong, my throat, the flavors of you all so cold leaving my blood In my veins so blue. I yearn for the love of you. You give me great love and I am happy to receive it. As you melt into me, trickling immensely down my leg as I touch with my hand the part of you that comes from inside of you. The pleasure of you as we make love for two.