Honey

Honey dripped from my finger and landed in your mouth. The tip of your tongue caught the second glostening drop, and as you savored it, the next drop hit the fullness of your lower lip. We continued to play until both your lips were smeared with golden honey. I gradually brought my sticky finger closer to your mouth with each drop until you were sucking the honey off my finger. Slowly, I brought my face to yours and hesitantly licked the honey from your bottom lip. Then less gingerly allowed my tongue to wander freely over both your lips. We are kissing, fully and deeply sharing the mingled flavors of the honey and our arousal.

You dip your finger in the jar...

- Tammy Randall
circa 1983