Smooth was your touch

Softer than the eyes of any man that could ever gaze upon me

Sticky were those fingers

For once you held me in those hands I was yours

Warm were those amber eyes

Never hath light shown upon such precious pools of beauty

Thick was your body

Oh how lucky am I to have so much of you to love

Glistening were those lips

Shining with all the light radiating from your gentle soul

Sweet was your taste

The richest of flavors to bless this sinners mouth

Warm was your heart

Filled to the absolute brim with love and care for all

The forgotten product of waste you once were

By the being holding the weapon of your pain

Only to become the most delicate of sugars

Craved ever so by the author of this plea

In sweetness and in sorrow

In honey and in human

I take you in

And by that

I live

 

To whom I wish to call honey, 

- Honey