It dripped
From his
Lips
Like
Honey,

Attracting me like a bee
To the sweetest blooms,
In the month of May.


I watched the dew drops
Glisten, and fall,
Off his tender petals,
Lying in fields of white
Brushed by the golden Moon…


The first taste,
Sweet as can be…


Never shall I forget,
That first taste
As it dripped
From his
Lips
Like
Honey.


 
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