The sweetness of fresh honey that drive me nut
Smell of hot, breath, taking air fills my lungs
And soon will hold me in it spell
I could still hear your voices in my head
The thickness of each word you said to me
Your words draw me to you like bees and honey
I wanted to hear more but silents is all I heard
I could still taste the tears on your eyes
The sorrow of each drop and the medicine to pain
Travel down your face and hit the ground
Composed of feeling you hold deep down "inside"
I could still sense the presence of you here
The smell of vanilla on your hand
as I lick it off clean for you
You smiled and walk away
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