My Dripping Honey

My Dripping Honey Golden honey, thick and slow, Warming hands and lips below, A liquid heat that starts to flow, In lazy drips, a steady glow. Soft and sweet as it descends, Tracing curves, it twists and bends, Trailing fire on my thigh it lies, A molten pulse, a heated rise. Warm and sticky, sugar’s kiss, Each thrust a tease, a lingering bliss, Glistening skin beneath its claim, Igniting sparks that fan to flame. Honey’s heat, a lover’s art, Drawing paths upon the heart, Golden pleasure, soft and deep, A sticky sweetness meant to keep. She laps the honey, warm and slow, With every taste, a sweetened glow, Her lips embrace, her tongue explores, Each golden drop, she yearns for more.