Trail of Honey

It slowly drops like petals to the floor,
From your smooth and slick feminine door
The far less traveled flowing path
Where sated lovers frolic in the bath
Of a glistening, honeyed stream

I slowly devour your succulent mound
Mouth and tongue licking around
Until your desire cannot be denied
And from your silken divide
You give me sacred libation

The sight of sweet dew flowing down your thighs
Causes my temperature to rise
I entreat you for the warm sensation
Of your liquid precious oblation
Gliding off my eager tongue

You press your fountain upon my face
I bask in the moist warmth of the sweet embrace
A glorious brook flowing from your feminine palace
My open, eager mouth an unquenchable chalice
Rejoicing at the taste of your exquisite nectar