Saturday, 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.



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