Heatin’ Honey

Lean into my chest and let go.

Fat belly Bella laying it down, as I get up and pull you close.

Rewrite the rush and find your rhythm as it grows soft and warm

Sweet and sticky…

Do you remember the last time you melted, onto my mouth like the honey pooled at the bottom of my cup of tea?

Feet flutter in blankets, and hearts beat in chests.

Can’t butterflies get a minute to fall back and stop resisting?

Palms.
Hearts in gentle hands.

Blankets and sighs

Find me here.

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