Toasted honey sandwich #poetry
The sweetest type of honey drips down that delicious golden brown.
The tip of my tongue licks the drop, tastes it.
I press my lips to it, spread it open, just a bit.
My eyes close, the smell, intoxicating.
I slide my tongue inside, licking and tasting every bit of honey inside.
A bit drips down my chin, and all I can do is look up and smile.