A Sip Of Honey Poem by Dorsey Baker

A Sip Of Honey



she crawls away
crockpot of lust
burns slowly
dive deep
into a dream
that night can never
forget
lips whisper nasty sound
touching in a quick motion
sweetness
in their explosiveness
taste of them linger
in remembrance
the humid air
it hates them
as much as their
feverish passion
slow music
and darkness
a blanket
thick as fog

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