Molten Daydreams

The sweet taste of honey oozes from me.
Dripping from my swollen, pink and puffy lips.
Where my fingers have violated me completely.
Matching the synch of my upward thrusting hips.
In my dreams, your hands were my captures.
Searching my body for liquid treasure.
Spilling forth, in flowing, lust filled waves,
A molten heat of undefinable pleasure.