MY DEAR

Like sweet honey of joy,
Dripping down her face.
A smile, a wink, a flip of her hair,
Nothing done with haste.

Voices arose from the emptiness,
Like a phoenix after night.
Tones of great warmth,
Revealing their might.

A piercing stare of desire,
Of wanton habit to grace.
Secrets left untold,
A future still to taste.