A Taste of Honey

A TASTE OF HONEY

Titillate
Quiet fingers fondle sleeping cheek
Fires placid pulse pumps rapid pace
Alive
Revive me keep me rising up.

Titillate
Breathing pulsing sultry summer heat
Melts brine to beads then molten streams
Afire
Dire search for nectar’s lair.

16 Replies to “A Taste of Honey”

  1. Must not be tooo hot where you are – or you have air conditioning. If we woke up hot in 106 degree heat in Texas, we’d just stick together glued and wilting. But nice play on words in a sexy sensual write!

  2. I couldn’t have said it better myself! I’m looking forward to your thoughts when it’s a bit cooler! Love it!

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