Honey
Our bodies come together in a moment
of passion burning bright casting aside
and burning the line between right.
What started as an ember now are burning flames,
after this night I know our lives will not be the same
I carry you to the bed and get some honey from the stand.
You smile and say I like what you keep on hand
I drizzled the honey on to you
making sure my aim is true.
The mixture of honey and your sweat
are the best taste I have had yet
I slowly kiss my way down as you make a moaning sound
then finally the hive is found.
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