Honey, dripping off your tongue-
In all but a literal fashion-
Seduction and degradation
Sweetest tone and darkest words
Darling,
Tell me your tune,
So I might have words like a knife to your throat,
Our bodies matching the same frequency on the radio and our voices intertwined in pitch like a harmony
Wet honey dripping-
In all but a literal fashion-
Your mouth following my curves
Tell me the path and I will find my way across every landscape of that back
Com(b)ing over each inch
Caressing you with my fingers,
Maybe my nails too deep in your skin,
Ever so clearly,
The marks I have made,
Honey, honey-
Honey you are dripping-
Even in the literal sense.
let me teach you how to kneel
And tell me all the ways we might together mend our wounds and heal
Or reopen them all in a fit of passion
And make more memories carved into time and orga(ni)sm