[Poem] - Roses and Honey

She came to me in the dead of night

Like a vision of unrecounted beauty

With earnestness on the air around her like a cloud

She barely pressed a finger under my chin and it was enough to get me to my feet

She raised me till our lips met

Lips of roses and honey

Soft and sweet

I followed the path, tracing the intricities of her jaw,

To the outline of her chin,

To the delicateness her neck,

Past her chest,

Without word to greet her thighs

I am her toy

There I sang

I sang of love

I sang of lust

I sang of sin

I could taste passion like a fine wine

I cradled it in my tongue as she sang softly

Sweeter still

Her tender voice riles me, begging for more

Now she is mine

Her legs quake and the stars move

Her air of earnestness now a demanding storm

I can feel her scratches across my back

Her hand grip at my hips

Begging

Pleading with me for more as she giggles with delight

I look into her eyes as she gasps with each thrust

A vision to admire

Her altar burns with me inside and we scream in bliss as the stars burst

We are each other’s

I wake with not but her memory on my lips

The memory of roses and honey

[Poem] – Roses and Honey