Honeyed Death

The honey dripped from her breasts
As she smeared it

All over her curves

I watched in fascination

Every pore being teased like never before

Helpless, I watched 

Tied to the chair

With eyes blurring in desire

With my strength groaning for her taste

Every second I was reducing to ashes

Till she decided it was time for me
To relish her taste

Sauntering towards me 

She sat cross legged on my chair

The smell of her flesh dripping with the nectar

I was paralyzed

Collecting her voluptuous breasts

She pressed it all over my face

Squeezed between their delicate meat

I tried to breathe

But she was relentless

It was when she pushed the chair on the floor

And knelt on my trembling lips

That became my death.

©LR