Suffering at the sight of you enjoying your treat,
Your tongue swirls around the artificial fruit flavored sweet,
Perspiring all the while as you take it into your mouth,
I can't help but wonder as my thoughts head further south,
Completely compelled as I continue to watch you,
Your eyes meet mine as if you knew,
Knew I was watching as the Popsicle dripped down to your chin,
Knew I was watching as you wiped it and licked your finger with a grin,
This torture is driving me out of my mind,
As you continue to suckle your treat the whole time,
Finally with a crunch you bite in,
And a sigh of relief from me as I think it's the end,
But then you glance at me noticing something wrong,
Seeing I haven't eaten my Popsicle at all,
What a waste,
You ask if you can have it,
And with haste,
I hand it to you knowing full well,
I'll be sitting here suffering more and more,
But I'll enjoy it so all is swell.