Three Drops of Honey

Three Drops of Honey

It was Friday:
one of those hard work days.
Pressures, tension everywhere.
She felt like she was about to explode!
Then, she received her first emails of the day.
One was titled "no subject".
It had only four words:
Three drops of honey.
He was up to his old tricks again.
Puzzled, she went about her day of toil.
Somewhere, around noon, she got a page,
her voicemail message only said:
Three drops of honey.
Five o'clock seemed like it would never arrive.
Sneakers on, she headed for her 5:20 bus, and
that long ride home.
The day was hot and steamy.
Sweat trickled down her brow.
All she could think about was
a cool shower, and a cold glass of white wine.
But the thought of those four words,
teased and taunted her sensually.
Finally home. The clothes fall,
from the door, to the kitchen, to the bathroom.
Ten, fifteen, twenty minutes, who knows?
The coolness of the water, and
The taste of the wine, seemed to take her
from this place to a hidden place deep within.
From her bedroom, she heard
her name being called, sweetly.
As she stepped into the room,
the blue light bulb cast a sexual shadow,
The sweet aroma of Passion Kitty incense
swirled around, this exotic space.
She whispered, "I knew you'd be here."
Her terry cloth robe fell to the floor.
Lips danced to the sounds of moans &; murmurs.
In her ear, he asked, "Been a long day, huh?
How about those...three drops of honey?"
"Please." she replied. With that,
like a magician he produced a small vial,
of course filled with ...honey!
Wet lips bring about excited places.
With one drop, on this, and
another on that, then
the third, and final drop
on that right there.
With that, the blue light ceases to be.
The song of the night begins.

There are those with sight and no vision.
Then, there are those who have vision,
and no sight.

For you see,
Nothing is as it seems.

By Taz
Copyright ? 2002
Tsunami Productions
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