Molten Succulence

Sickly sweet, melted honey
Pure pleasure on the tongue
Silken smooth, enchanting
Soft threads entwined
Flowing ribbons over taste buds
Teasing, testing, exploring
All your latent desires
Wrapped up in the succulence
The tantalizing morsel
Lithe and young it moves
Down your parched throat,
Coating it in molten gold
Your heart beat quickens
Aphrodisiac at work
Smells of promise
Reeks of passion, Lust,
Light fragrance of wildflowers
Arousing your senses
Liquid paradise in a drop