A song from the abyss in which we both dive, resting melodies upon each other. Anticipation impregnates the air as each sound is muted to expectant ears, hopeful to hear the voice of their lover.

Taste is sweet, like kisses from bees
and now you find me upon my knees.
Our glance confirms we both agree,
that it is you to come and go as you please.

Masterful piece; much enjoyed!

A delicious piece indeed, Ann Marie.