The raw honey warms my throat
and your nectar lips press onto mine again,
our nectarine tongues colliding.
The honeysuckle nectar flows out of me
when you push your thorns up
into my flower again.
Our love ripens
like the fruit in the spring.
~ Taylor-Anne
May 1, 2019.
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My Bittersweet Tangerine Heart | 2
PoetryHighest Ranks: #1 in poetrycommunity 10/11/19. #6 in poetrybook 10/11/19. #2 in eroticpoetry 2/10/2020. Created & Published: 10/24/2018. Completed: 10/19/19. This is the second collection of my poetry. Welcome, these poems are a continuation of...
