Honey
Coiled ringlets fall upon your sweetened nape
delicate frame braced across the dressing table
sensual reflection burns the mirror
into smokey shadows
I sweep aside your autumn tresses
to lay warmed kisses upon your shoulders
and nibble the places beneath your earlobes
those that cause your lissome frame
to arch
in my embrace
a downward glance from your dreamy eyes
at the strong hand that slakes slow across your skin
over your belly
to cover you in heat and melt you
in the places where the honey lays
and waits for me to taste
poetry
