Sweet Ambrosia,
I grow dizzy from thy kiss,
taste the honey that flows like wine.
flowing sweetly from thy lips,
with your lips pressed upon mine.
to kiss the dew upon your lips,
drink deeply from these lips of mine.
between thy lips I do find,
the breath of honey is so fine.
written with my husband in mind.
I grow dizzy from thy kiss,
taste the honey that flows like wine.
flowing sweetly from thy lips,
with your lips pressed upon mine.
to kiss the dew upon your lips,
drink deeply from these lips of mine.
between thy lips I do find,
the breath of honey is so fine.
written with my husband in mind.