I let your words melt gently on my tongue,
sweet as honey they run down my throat
and let me enjoy drops of your seductive promises.
The honey ensnares my soul,
makes it brittle and flexible
until you make it yours.
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THE SWEET TASTE OF PAIN
PoetryThe Sweet Taste of Pain About the depths of the human psyche to recognize it, you have to give it a face and accept the awfulness. For him, the person I will always love.
