When I am allowed by my love I press
My lips to that sweet flower,
And,
Like bee, butterfly, or hummingbird,
Sip the honeyed nectar that drips within.
So sweet, so sweet....
Not just the honey that drips,
But,
The love that asks me to taste
And sample the sweetness of her secret rose.
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keeping a good woman happy is not being henpecked, it is investing in your future
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