Honey

From the moment I walked up to say hello, your eyes lured me to your side.

Your irises were golden brown, the color of the honey I love to add to my chamomile tea on a cold winter night.

As I leaned closer, I could smell the fragrance of your skin and I breathed in your scent before whispering my name into your ear.

When our lips touched, it was as magical as the process of converting nectar to succulent syrup.

The taste of your kiss sweetened my bitter life, leaving behind an insatiable desire for more.

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