Admire and Advise

A poem for the metaphorical mind, and for the one that loves to kiss...I won't give away what.

'Twixt the chiseled stone shelf of soft proportions

and the externals of living caves internal,

Necessary for breaths of life,

is a cliff made like a branch.

It extends to meet ones lips in warm invitation,

pushing softly against the internal beats of the giver's soul.

While lovely is it's invitation 

and sweet tasting is it's bark,

Do not be tempted to mar it with imperfections

as one can do without warning after a loving caress.

 Pity the soul who doth not know such sweet tasting affection!

For honey not come from the bee,

But is perched upon the branch 

and lips of yours for me.