#honeyandheat
Extra body language—
just for us
to read the room
before the room
reads us.
First kisses
always taste like strangers—
sweet,
but searching...
Elaborate that spirit I adore,
the way it moves freely
each time my hands
translate your skin.
You're a free spirit—
wild in the wind,
yet kneeling in humbleness.
To make you whole,
to keep you whole—
it feels selfish to promise
I’ll love you wholeheartedly
when I’m still mapping
the hidden rooms of my own heart.
Still—
I see you whole.
Divine sight,
as if God blinked
and left His light in your eyes.
Pleasure, patient.
Affirmation, never late.
And when my lips meet yours—
it’s honey spilling slow.
Be sweet as my honey,
and I’ll work your spirit
like a blue-collar honeybee—
faithful to the bloom,
devoted to the nectar.
stirring softness
from sweetness.
I am your honeybee.
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 2:53 PM UTC