A Sweet Revenge

There is a desire
In my heart.
Desire to run,
Run after you.
To catch hold
Of you when you
playfully run away
from me.

A playful instinct
Every moment
Provoking me
To tease you and
Get teased in return.

A desire
To play with your
bird beak nose.
To twist it
And kiss it.
To pull your cheek
And redden them.


The honey licked lips,
The chocolate covered tongue,
The rose smelling fingers,
Super soft hands all over you.

To touch you, invoke
you and then run away.
Farther and farther.
You try to grasp me,
But can't lay hold on me.
It's my sweet revenge on
My very own Honey.