She had two lips like strawberries and the seeds gave her kisses texture. I preferred kissing her over two scoops of vanilla ice cream.

I had a dream about you. I was a melted ice-cream repairman and you had a microwave for a head. You made fun of my trade so I made you eat tinfoil until your head exploded.

I had a dream about you. I licked your cone of ice cream. It was envelope flavored.

I had a dream about you. Id just invented a meltless popsicle and youd just created melted ice cream in a canas a substitute for soup. You looked at me as if I was some sort of creep and I looked at you through binoculars while sitting in a tree branch across the street from your bedroom window.