Honey Poems Novels & Stories

The Sumer Poem of Inanna ‘My vulva, the horn, The Boat of Heaven, Is full of eagerness like the young moon. My untilled land lies fallow. As for me, Inanna, Who will plow my vulva? Who will plow my high field? Who will plow my wet ground?’ ‘He has sprouted; he has burgeoned; He is lettuce planted by the water He is the one my womb loves best … My honey-man, my honey-man sweetens me always. My lord, the honey-man of the gods, He is the one my womb loves best. His hand is honey, his foot is honey,

The spot I'm lying on is now warm from my heat. “Wider for me,” he teases. “I need to marinate your pussy.” “Oh, god,” I mumble. My legs stiffen and my toes form a lump from intense curling. When the honey mix pours on the top of my pussy and glides down my slit, I drip. Wet. Slippery. It mixes the honey and smoothly runs down my body like butter. “I see that, my rose.” He faintly chuckles. “The wet sloppy sound your hissing pussy makes is too loud not to notice.”

She thought it would be quiet here. A weekend away. A solo escape into the hills. No cell reception. Just her journal, her boots, and the pine-scented silence of the mountain. Then she found the jars. Dozens of them, lined on a makeshift table beside the trail. Each filled with golden honey. No labels. No prices. Just a small hand-carved sign. “Take one. Leave what you can.” Curious, she lifted a jar. It was warm from the sun. The honey inside shimmered — thick, golden, heavy. She unscrewed the lid and dipped a finger in.

Before she could say anything, Yohan said, “Yvonne, how about you sing a song for Dad? Maybe he’ll come back when he hears it.” Without hesitation, Yvonne immediately began to sing in a sweet voice. “How long will I love you?” “As long as stars are above you.” “And longer if I can.” “How long will I need you?” “As long as the seasons need to.” “Follow their plan.” “How long will I be with you?” “As long as the sea is bound to.” “Wish upon the star.”

The young man becomes useless when the body is related to fused together His heart could not smell the bitter aroma that doubts the soul He is blind in eyes, nose and ears Everything returned again like a vicious spinning wheel nauseating Like honey in a smooth, flawless stone cup The thick liquid is so sweet, but it can hurt your throat Imagine someone sipping and then realizing that is fake taste Turn bitter, and then become poison It is said that someone lost a pair of wings His control was shattered into pieces like glass which fell on a rock It is said that someone fell and turned into a fragile spider thread They are honey that become irreplaceable poisons, like evil and mastering evil

"I've never hated you. Every day with you has made me happy." He kissed me contentedly and leaned down to press himself on top of me again. "Valeria, the happiest thing to have happened in my life is marrying the woman I love most."

So honey I am now, some broken thing I do not lay in the dark waiting for day here Now my heart is gold, my feet are right And I'm racing out on the desert plains all night

Absolutely divine. The owner—this sweet lady with kind eyes—recommended a lavender honey tea to go with my treats. And let me tell you, it was a game-changer. I took one sip and felt like I was floating in a field of flowers, with little bees buzzing around me. I’m officially obsessed with it now. Who knew lavender and honey could make such a magical combo? It was like drinking a hug. I’m already planning my next visit.

She didn't have to wait for her replies because she already replied. From: Honey <3 : Damn you, my babies why did you drink it? : Anyways, it's okay tho how many did you drink? : Don't drink all of 'em I still haven't take a sip on the beer that I worked hard to buy. Xyneth laughed at what she said and she replied. To: Honey <3 : It's already six out of twenty. Damn, why did you buy so many of these and it tastes good, I feel that all of my stress washed by the beer that I drank.

Jerry squatted in front of me, rubbing my belly, “How can I find another woman? If having you is more than enough. I'm not the old Jerry, I really thank God to have a wife like you. A wife who can be everything and is so perfect. " My tears just dropped then, I quickly wiped my tears roughly. "Can I call you honey?" I said with teary eyes. "Yes, of course." END Thank you for reading, and following this story. Once again, thank you. Maybe a lot is still missing too. Thank you.