The honeycomb my warmest home

Have thou see my naked love
Standing uprightly tall
showering down the scarlet
With the affection of soap

Made beautiful as white as wool
Lying down on the mountain of snow
Reminding me her adoring nighties
Which the darkness cannot prevail

I seen through the particles of hair
Behind my angel’s gown
Lightning the retina of my eyes

It is too late to resist
As her alluring lips beckons
The sucking bee of my kiss

I will live in her honeycomb
The warmest home on earth

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