she tickles heels of my feet
when dropping honey in my milk.
it said cause they were not kind to me
but they are now
but still it hurts.
not when ten thousand miles ago
another night was beside me.
she laid her **** on my chin
so i could speak in colors
but all i saw was a flower
behind her ear.
she made me speak in rhymes
not long
too fast
she bashed me on the scene of crimes
when mine was dripping honey
not on me