Poem Honey Novels & Stories

She was trembling constantly now, thighs shaking, voice gone hoarse from begging. “Please—please just let me—” “Not yet.” He reached for the honey. This time he didn’t drizzle. He poured it straight from the jar in a thick, amber stream directly over her clit and watched it slide down in slow, viscous ribbons. The honey was warmer than the chocolate, thicker, clinging to every fold. When he finally touched her again it was with the pad of his thumb—pressing the honey into her clit in slow, firm circles while two fingers slid back inside, fucking through the sticky sweetness.

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

Of course He was acting like a human seconds ago and went back to being a monster . I was given food , I had a huge debate with myself whether It was poisoned or not , but they wouldn't kill me unless they thought I was a threat . So I ate the food . Every last bite . A day passed , I tried to think what would happen in different cases , What if they didn't want me to live ? What if they just left me . Where would I go ?What if they contacted police ? and Who were these people ?