Who ever knew
That honey
Could have
So many
Flavors?
Just the tenor
In your voice
Is smooth
Enough
To make
Silk jealous.
The lips
Your sounds
Fall from
Are a tasty
As heaven
Because the angels
Weep at
Your mention.
You are my
Honey
Heaven sent
My sweet
That I can taste
Not just with
My mouth
But with
Every molecule
Of my being.
My honor
Is just in
Being in earshot
So that
The sounds
That reverberate
Past your lips
Turn me
Into your
Honey…
I lay
On the floor
Before you…
Will you
Taste me?
Touch me?
Love me?
My sweet?
