With all the mysteries of the night,
Shining in your eyes,
You lie next to me,
Pulling me in your love hive.
And I can’t help but yearn,
For the taste of your words on my tongue,
The sweetest possible honey,
Which in your verses freely run.
So I pull you close without a care,
Teasing your sugary lips.
My fingers dancing in your hair,
As I take your desperate sips
And you hold me tight against your chest,
As your syllables become my rhymes,
And no longer are we left to test,
The differences between our lines.
(Shhh… Finger on your lips!)😘
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