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.
3 comments:
Very Old English of you. I feel as if this could get dirty or be dirty with more hidden hints of lust. Especially when I hit the "lips" part. It gives the brain a sense of lusting arousal.
sounds like a wonderful kiss ;)
*applies chapstick*
Very romantic kiss:)
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