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Your eyes so sharp; hint at a piercing yellow in the air-
beyond measure beyond what we lose reasons to care for.
Therefore, you shall find me down a path to the honeyed
days, when all we try to hold on to, tilts and drifts away.
While my feelings for you left me all sun-washed and
golden, now downsizing myself, inches into days.

Forever being the promise of a storm; a cause of havoc in my
heart- we meet, we fall in, fall out of love and finally depart.
Still, I’ll remain searching for the sweetness of your yellow
nectar- the tenderness we both shared. Still steeped in your
honey comb lips; as every kiss was a promise, dripping with
sweet promises, and its amber glow.

                I… remain as the one still chasing after you
                                                   -an eternal hunter bee.
Miss Fit Feb 2023
You've always been fully aware of what lies
Between these thighs  
You just weren't sure
If you could ever lure
Me to let you slide
Into the sweetness that they hide

Caramel or chocolate
Of late
You haven't been sure
Which one is sweeter
Than the honeycomb offered not on a plate
But hidden between my legs

The craving in your groin
Longs for a taste
You dream of my *****
Hotter than larva or fire
Burning with desire
For a deep *******
That leaves me wetter than a summer's rain

**** my sweet nectar
Be filled to the brim, my star
Remind me of my naughtiest fantasies
As you show me all your fetishes

Grab my hips
Push them up and down
Even if the rhythm is imperfect
Plunge deep, for me that's perfect

I will hold you deep inside
Your manhood I'll hide
My lips I'll bite
Because I know I might
Not be able to hold my tongue
And let a loud scream escape my lungs

As we ride blissful waves
Drowning in beautiful escapes
Forgetting our surroundings
Until we reach the land of milk and honey

Miss Fit ⚓
SUDHANSHU KUMAR Sep 2021
The soft pink tongue spits
Poison and nectar as per
The situation...
Was trying to write it as a four liner:
The soft pink tongue
Is always on the run.
It is as cool as an ice
And as fiery as the sun...

But it ended up as a haiku....
Was inspired by a very famous saying : don't be the slave of ur tongue but make the tongue ur slave...😅
hazem al jaber Aug 2021
waiting for nectar ...

my eyes ...
drawing you ...
my heart ...
oh heart ...
it's beating ...
madly for you ...
and my lips ...
longs ...
and desires ...
to kiss you ...
it's waits you ...
so,..
what you waiting for ...

i'v been wait...
a long waiting ...
with my loneliness ...
just to start the day ...
from it's sun rise ...
just to be with you ...

come on ...
my sweetheart ...
my lady ...
lady of love ...
with a full passion ...
come ...
let's start our love ...
on this wonderful morning ...
while we both ...
sip each other's lips ...
to get the nectar ...
of our love ...

hazem al ...
Xaela San Jan 2021
THE SUN GOES UP

AND THE FLOWERS
FACES THE SKY

WHILE THE BEES
SWARM WITH THE BREEZE

BRINGING NECTAR
IN THEIR LIPS

COLLECTING POLLENS
IN THEIR WINGS

BRINGING SPRING
IN THE HIVE'S FEAST.
I missed going outside where I can see nature.
Lane O Sep 2020
Brimming with passion
Lush valley of sweet nectar
I drink from your stream
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