Honey

In the presence of liquid honey, I was devoured, mesmerized by it's thrill. The very fact of plagiarism loomed amongst fruit saturated in pulp, but this. This was unique. Insisting that I in fact, taste again. My tongue was immobilized due to a sweet, sticky sensation. Dare I speak, interrupting such pleasure, The eruption of saliva presumes such assumption. The longing of such ecstacy proves blissful. Translated through the mere conception that I was in fact addicted to you