Whatever honey drips from my lips would taste infinitely sweeter if pressed into a kiss So kiss me with abandon and hear the song my heartstrings play that I might hold you tight and let the beat take our breath away Until I can finally wake to your beautiful facepull you tight into my embrace Look at you through eyes unwaveringly adoring kiss you deeply and bid you good morning Spend the day at your side immersed in lau...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Dear honey toast, my happy toast,I need you in my tum.You're something sweet and wholesomeWhen the world's run out my bum.The Norovirus is a painSuffusing my whole being.My tummy hurts and groans a lot,With legs and back agreeing.I'm at the other end of it,In more ways than just one;My bum's been busy, my tummy scoured;The nutri...
On the twelfth day before Christmas my happy honey sent me twelve heavy honeycombs with eleven live busy bees buzzing around. Hungrily l ploughed my mouth into them and lo! Ten sharp stings were drilled into me in return. At nine oclock l was whizzed to a funny family doctor who robotically administered eight jumping jabs on me without as much as a wink for his antics. I actually saw seven stars of dizziness with my naked...
