Down to the Garden

And this is the kiss of death can you taste that taste , It’s a subtle taste nothing out the ordinary , It’s that sticky sweet oou wee goo wee taste you can’t get enough of , Just get a taste of your lips , And tell me what you taste , It’s on the tip of your tongue isn’t it , I bet you want to taste it again , Go ahead and do it just for the sake of it , Tasting that taste makes you want to take a sip of what ever that taste is on your lips and tongue , And you will do what ever it takes to get a sip of this , Down to the garden nectar falling off his lips , Took another sip making him wanting more until he was consumed with this sweet warm thick nectar , Coming to find out he knew he needed to take a dip in the garden to get it all , As he’s swallowed by this obis of golden sweet delicious waves of this pure honey , He gets lost in the velvet touch wrapping around his body , sinking him deeply deep deeper in , He’s become stuck in my honey trap , I come from the bees you can find me in the bee hives , Seeping from the honey combs I await for you to arrive , You arrive from the forest gazing at bees knowing you’ve found the right honey bees buzzing around making sweet hums that fill your ears of vibrations now pumping to your heart , Mimicking that rhythm , You admire it for a few as you get closer and closer to the honey combs , Only father was time , Trying to get a taste of the heavens or hell , No disrespect I praise legends , Went to hell and didn’t melt , This Teddy bear can’t resist that this honey is the kiss of death , Blah