Knowing the ways to make you drip like honey,
I find myself lost in thought, afraid to dive
too deep and drown in the sea of emotions
you stir within me.

Every day feels like swimming in a bittersweet pool,
your taste lingering on my tongue and your
touch leaving a blush on my cheeks.
Your sweetness is both a blessing and a curse,
triggering a desire that I struggle to contain.

But I know better than to play with fire, toying
with the knots in your hair and risking getting burned.
So I treat you with the utmost grace,
saying my prayers before every meal, savoring
the rush of your heartbeat as I feast on your love.

"Eat your heart out,"
they say, and I do, with every fiber of my being.