Frosted Delights

A shiver runs down my throat, Sweet and crispy, freezing my tongue and teeth, It starts with a kit-kit, chattering like a squirrel, As my lips struggle to close, savoring every swirl. Flavors pour over the tip, Drop by drop, rolling down my hands' grip. Sticky, delicious, but still too cold to bite, Mango frost and chocolate syrup, decorated just right. Cornetto twirls around like a tornado in my mouth, The tongue keeps licking, savoring all around. Spooning through layers, but the chill rushes fast, Palms full of sweetness that I wish could last. Tissues fail to catch the dripping cream, Bathed in this cold, flavorful dream. It's the kind of treat everyone craves to taste, A sweet toast to love, not a moment to waste.