around your cold nerve endings
set them a-tingling
as you thaw
Warm honey will drip
on those long untouched places
and my tongue
will snake its way
all over
And you will rise
to dance
July 5, 2020
Day 90 of 100
Prompt: use Snake, Honey, Thaw in a poem.
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