Honey on Her Lips

And when she turned to look at me,

the light hit them

just so,

just so,

so soft light

made soft petals

of her soft lips,

and the drop of honey

gleamed like a dark jewel

born from dark fire.

A scent of flowers on her sweet breath,

a sweet drop of an amber diamond

on the tip of her tongue.

I moved forward to taste it, take it,

plunder the sweetness within

from her.

She turned and ran,

laughing as I gave chase

for the rest of my life.

Ever in past longing,

ever in present, seeking need,

ever gloriously lost in far away,

right here and now,

with the honey

on her lips.

Author: smithaw50

I live in NJ. Concentrating now on a getting a full time writing career started. Glad you could be with me on the journey. Ready? Here we go...

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