Honey syrup

spread over

your lips...

Glistening

and dripping

they entice

my greedy eyes

As mine

press

on yours

in every

effort to

catch the

last drop

I lick

taste

and take

your lower

lips in me

and savour

what was

not before

My former

bitterness

is replaced

with your

sweetness

Heaven's gates

floods with

juices of your

splendour

As your moist

tongue ventures

to explore the

inner most me

Mine is ready

to serenade yours

with sweet isms

Rolling in a

boundary of

desires and

heated passions

your exquisite

taste is what

makes my taste buds

a part of you