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I love how the word comes from your mouth. Say it again...

Submitted:Apr 19, 2011    Reads: 49    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


he called me flower,
the man before you
and what do you call me?
it's not my name

no, not even close
you call me honey
oh the sweet,sweet name

how it feels on my tongue
how it taste on your lips,
it's something so divine
something all mine, and
mine to keep alone

so do me a favor,
and call me honey
one more time.


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