Ice Cream Sandwich

Falling asleep in your bed I feel like An ice cream sandwich The warmth of your arm falling over my ribs and your hand laying against my chest with your body against my back I am pure vanilla ice cream melting through the pores of a chocolate cookie sandwich, The kind where the chocolate sticks to your fingers And the ice cream melts as soon as it leaves the freezer And as I melt We mix Oreo crumbs intertwining with vanilla swirl Tainting in the best way Making something sweeter.