Your animalistic tendencies awake something inside of me I can't even begin to fathom. The honey I secrete entices you. My scent leaves you unhinged. You let it wash over you, you let it drown you again and again. Growling, you'd stick your fingers into the honey pot. Aggressively, pulling out thick scoops. Feeling the slick, sweet honey against your tongue as you devour it with utter need. Though you will not sink your fingers back into the pot. You would wait until I let you back in–until I was begging you just to try me again.
