almost caught

the aroma of musk and sweet scent
familiar so beautifully decadence
it make not only my hunger grow
a bouquet for my nose and imagination fallow
that ambrosia that I must find and taste
sweet honey warm and dripping from the comb
I catch every drop not missing on my tongue
like a humming bird I probe even deep
trying to taste every drop
that sweet nectar flows
your sweet petal save solely, and give to me
your petals silken and fine on my tongue
a dance so refine we lose track of time
o shit your mom and dad is home early this time