Fatime El-Masri Poet Rhyme

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.

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Joel Hawksley January 28, 2025 at 1:47 PM Your poem, My Dripping Honey, is an evocative and sensuous work that beautifully explores intimacy with a tender, almost reverent touch. I wanted to let you know how much I appreciated the care and craftsmanship you’ve brought to a subject so inherently delicate. Reading your poem felt like stepping into a space warmed by affection and desire, where every detail is illuminated with golden light.