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Purcy Flaherty Sep 2019
I love you honey
I love you're honey hole,
I love your sweet nectar
It satisfies my soul...

When I taste your honey;
It tastes so sweet,
You're my honey suckle honey
and a sticky tasty treat...

Your my honeysuckle honey,
Your my honeysuckle hole
I like to tease the sugar,
from your sugar bowl...

What I like is oozy, gooey,
finger licking good,
You're pure perfection,
sweet confection,
sent to me with love.
Honey
I want to sink
My teeth in deep
A pomegranate gush
You could be
Sweeter than honey
I could be
Satiated by this flesh

©KNL
gnasche (n.) the intense desire to bite deeply into the forearm of someone you love
Mystic Ink Plus Aug 2021
Your search
Is to find
Someone
Who calls you
"Honey"

Remember that
Genre: Romantic
Mitch Prax Aug 2021
I drink the poetry
that flows from your mind
like rivers of honey.
So sweet are your thoughts
and so pure is your soul.
A warm cup of water,
Teaspoon of honey,
Squirt of lemon...
oh so, Sweet, sticky and ****,
that is how I like my honey water.
Something warm for the heart.
Farah Taskin Aug 2021
You're the heady perfume of a bunch of tuberoses
I'm intensely fond of you
You murmur into the silky breeze
I hear your name in the sweet note of a cuckoo


The symbol of immorality-
the polar star is devoted to you
My life without you
is meaningless
through and through.
TheBlackBird Jul 2021
You were all honeysuckle kisses
That led to bee sting lips

The one last glass of wine
that I knew was a mistake

But I drank you anyway
Karijinbba Jul 2021
Now what do we poets do
When we fall in love ?
Unable to sleep the
Master bedroom frozen,
Their divan on fire.
Hearts longing throbbing
fire and ice peach cobbler
can't suffice to apeace.
Brains deeped in energies
of color purple in hearts.

Her poet longing for her diamond cave behind
her Jimmie Angel,
And El Salto del Moro
Waterfalls!
His poetess thirsting
for his jewls
behind his Dhrudhiya
swelling on monsoon
His Padajhar Mahadev
Waterfalls
She's dreaming with his
Mount Abu
in Rajasthan.

Thus the poets
lay throbbing, longing
Sketching love's honey pots
The poets bunny bees!
Lay enamoured
by their waterfalls abliss..
~~
By Karijinbba 2021
All rights reserved
A life true story of poets in love
Elaenor Aisling Jul 2021
the amber drip of honey
crystalline memory
I eat
mouth watering
hungry for someone to undertake me
to seek between fern frond and yarrow
for my magic, spilled and spent
in the places I no longer fill
to return singing the song
I lost to wind and rain
a traveller's lips
tasting of honey
and promise
Goddess Rue Jun 2021
Butterflies flutter,
Utters of lethal lustre,
Seeped in like sugar.
You sting like a bee,
My source of honey,
Will you fly away?
Or build a home of wax with me?
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