Sunday, February 9, 2014


The ice melts in my mouth as I sip
A sweet nip I can’t get enough of
Or let seep deep enough into it me
Each drip linger on my lip
For the tip of my tongue to taste
In haste, not to waste, smothering my face
Until I’m hip deep in this,
Aching from toes to nose
For a taste of something that
Won’t melt so easily, but lingers
Still inside of me, as my tongue
digs deep to where the honey lies,
Each breath as gasp for air
I don’t need to breathe so much
As the scent of you.

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