I
lick the honey from your lips
where it drips at the corner of your mouth,
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.
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