CHiLLeD iCeD CoLD

Chilled ice cold Frozen from head to toe Kisses to freeze the soul Touch is ice cold

He licks me like a popsickle Holds me by the stick Works away around my hips But I fail to melt in drips

Heat waves set on high Candles burning aplenty And yet nothing works to penetrate The frozen block of twenty

Chilled Ice Cold Frozen from head to toe Kisses to freeze the soul Touch is ice cold

I am his favorite flavour I can make him drool Yet when he comes to lick me I turn him into a fool

Just like a little kid Who can't wait to take a suck He sticks his toungue to the ice To find that he is stuck.

Chilled Ice Cold Frozen from head to toe Kisses to freeze the soul Touch is ice cold

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