My Dripping Honey
My Dripping Honey
Golden honey, thick and slow,
Warming hands and lips below,
A liquid heat that starts to flow,
In lazy drips, a steady glow.
Soft and sweet as it descends,
Tracing curves, it twists and bends,
Trailing fire on my thigh it lies,
A molten pulse, a heated rise.
Warm and sticky, sugar’s kiss,
Each thrust a tease, a lingering bliss,
Glistening skin beneath its claim,
Igniting sparks that fan to flame.
Honey’s heat, a lover’s art,
Drawing paths upon the heart,
Golden pleasure, soft and deep,
A sticky sweetness meant to keep.
She laps the honey, warm and slow,
With every taste, a sweetened glow,
Her lips embrace, her tongue explores,
Each golden drop, she yearns for more.
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