tagNon-Erotic PoetryHeart-Shaped, Dripping with Honey

Heart-Shaped, Dripping with Honey

byNeonurotic©

Sometimes, I open that imaginary box,
the one that holds you inside,
reconciling the rise, the release and the fall,

I linger on words, remembering
their strings tied me to the passion,
often so tight I couldn't breathe.

I'd swoon, not from the lack of oxygen,
but from the honey.
Desire dark and rich,
sticking to everything I touched.

You spoon fed me and I ate every drop.
Warm and heady, I did lust you, goddamn,
you know I did then all the while in silence.
I know you suffered, but secrets like those
kept me yours, briefly as it were, I was.

Only then, I close the box again, instinctively,
licking my lips, tasting the sweetness clinging
and I cannot help but tremble for you.

Report Story

byNeonurotic© 2 comments/ 1716 views/ 0 favorites

Share the love

Report a Bug

1 Pages:1
Recent
Comments
by Anonymous

If the above comment contains any ads, links, or breaks Literotica rules, please report it.

There are no recent comments (2 older comments) - Click here to add a comment to this poem or Show more comments or Read All User Comments (2)

Add a
Comment

Post a public comment on this submission.

Post comment as (click to select):

Preview comment

Forgot your password?

Please wait

Change picture

Your current user avatar, all sizes:

Default size User Picture  Medium size User Picture  Small size User Picture  Tiny size User Picture

You have a new user avatar waiting for moderation.

Select new user avatar:

   Cancel