Smooth and Pure.
It must of been honey.
The way bees went crazy.
Delicious and Lovely.
Sweet and Yummy.
As it melts down my stomach.
I craved and lusted.
Bears couldn't touch it.
Sticky and luscious.
Umm, it's worth it.
Badgers wanted a piece.
A drop on my tongue had me weak.
Animals tried to feast.
The obsession felt bubbly.
Bees flew over seas for some more of it.
It was more valuable than money.
Oh Dear!
It must of been honey.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 4:47 AM UTC
Smooth and Pure.
It must of been honey.
The way bees went crazy.
Delicious and Lovely.
Sweet and Yummy.
As it melts down my stomach.
I craved and lusted.
Bears couldn't touch it.
Sticky and luscious.
Umm, it's worth it.
Badgers wanted a piece.
A drop on my tongue had me weak.
Animals tried to feast.
The obsession felt bubbly.
Bees flew over seas for some more of it.
It was more valuable than money.
Oh Dear!
It must of been honey.
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