Smothered

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.