I long to taste your honey-blossom'd lips

I didn't write this, I channeled it in about five minutes during a boring class, and as I was practicing left-handed writing with the obverse page of my notebook, the original was actually wrong-hande

I long to taste your honey-blossom'd lips

And catch the cloud of love behind you.

The jizzum from my penis drips

Onto the towel I quickly threw

Down to contemplate your fecund hips.

Finished now, my ideas flew

Like sparrows to more menial thought

Like the joy your love once brought.

Author's Note

That was actually my subconscious telling me to run. Three years later she tried to take me out. Twice.