Dripping sweet, a haze of desire dulling all senses, he just tastes an intoxicating treasure. No one else can touch his honey, only he can drink it’s sweetness.
Honey, sticky-sweet memory of flowers and summer, tucked away in wax boxes, safe for the winter and the cold and the humming warmth of all the workers finally at rest
When I think of honey I think of bumble bees who fly to their hives to get that honey. Also “honey” could be the endearing term that spouses use when they are around each other. I actually love honey and how it tastes. I have had honey on my pancakes and waffles. It also honey is one thing that I love on my bacon as well.
Dripping sweet, a haze of desire dulling all senses, he just tastes an intoxicating treasure. No one else can touch his honey, only he can drink it’s sweetness.
Honey, sticky-sweet memory of flowers and summer, tucked away in wax boxes, safe for the winter and the cold and the humming warmth of all the workers finally at rest
When I think of honey I think of bumble bees who fly to their hives to get that honey. Also “honey” could be the endearing term that spouses use when they are around each other. I actually love honey and how it tastes. I have had honey on my pancakes and waffles. It also honey is one thing that I love on my bacon as well.