She’s like honey
Glistening gold through the sparkling light
She’s the scent of flowers from the highest trees
And the quiet hum of bees that remind you of her voice.
She’s like honey
Deliciously warm on your tongue
Always lingering on the roof of your mouth
Finding palms sticky from interlocking fingers and the imprint of her smile stuck
in your eyes.
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