Honey.

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honey is dripping off of
every word that escapes
the perfect lips you kiss me with
past 12 am every morning.
I can't get enough.
so purely sweet my
entire body melts with the taste.
I didn't know I was so hungry for it.
until I finally tasted the sugar again.
I am addicted to many things.
but you are the strongest.
you mess with my head,
when it's not crazily indulged in you presence
it's pining for you. full of missing you.
my heart beats like it needs you.
my body molds into your hands.
conforming to you.
uncontrollably, needing you.
and until I get to love you
in every sweet, honey filled way that I want to,
I can not rest. my body pleads to be touched
by the thing that keeps it loved.
this romance is one which you
hold everything I desire in one hand,
and my heart in the other.
I don't mind,
you're an addiction that I can't recover.

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