Monday, June 2, 2025

Honey April 18, 2015




 

I lick the honey from your lips
where it drips at the corner of your mouth,
This breakfast treat sweet
With churned up cream over strawberries,
Fruit just now ripe after a long raw winter
We taking it all in until we nearly burst
More than mere hunger drives us
So that even this drip from your lips
I dare not miss,
These lips and kiss that leads to bliss.



email to Al Sullivan

No comments:

Post a Comment