I, dip my fingers in your honey sweet sap. Steering your emotions with sensations of passion. Loathing the moments in between, with the patience of a feind; for the instant our flesh meet; then going far in between -- filling your blossom with seed, releasing you of your need. Embraced by your fragrance, entranced by the scent, of your bitter sweet, sweetness, both heaven sent -- dripping from my tip, the essence of your tenderness. entrenched by your loveliness.