We at The Icecreamists are an all embracing organisation that has described itself as socialism only funnier, more addictive and better tasting. We love feedback and are flattered to have attracted some really talented and creative fans. One of those fans is Eli Anderson, a published poet. To see Eli, check out his links at the end, and keep your feedback coming!
Delicate, delectable, delicious
The crisp velvet sky
Did not betray the secrets
Of an experience,
That would prove to be
Delicate, delectable, delicious.
Two t-shirt clad converts,
Ushered us onto the framed and
Seductive redtongued carpet.
We slipped invitingly into the
Abyss of indulgence.
At the edge of ecstasy,
Two smiles asked;
“If you are prepared – you may enter.” The room,
Flashed to day, and back to night,
To the throb of a neon pulse.
“If you are prepared – you may enter.” Seeped,
Into already quavering emotions.
Breathing deeply,
Our eyes hugged the low
Understated furniture.
Dewy-eyed laughter
Hummed over, around and between
The Princely rhythms, dripping from the stage
Into our eager ears.
Floating in the neon haze,
Red-lips beamed, “What would you like?”
Carameltdown, The Obamarama,
Or maybe, The Name Of The Rose.
Her red-lips hovered closer,
Now caressing my ear,
“Why not try…more.”
Within minutes,
Two carved cups arrived.
Filled with such passion,
That speaking simply ruined
The intense foreplay.
The taste, massaged each secret place.
No synapse was excluded, from the thrill.
The sensation, relived the first kiss,
The crisp Christmas snow, the first love.
The experience, is etched so deep.
That to loose myself,
Is only one aching lick away.
Leaving the Icecreamers,
Into the cold snap of the velvet night.
We understood.
All ice-creams are not equal.
© Eli Anderson
(17th Sept 2009)
For More Eli
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vNtx927mjvo or
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nul7WroUHSI








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Subversively for you, our van takes shape! By Friday we should have hand painted slogans and a neon sign.


















