Come Slowly

Come slowly,
Eden
Lips unused to thee.
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the fainting bee,
Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums,
Counts his nectars -alights,
And is lost in balms!

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (2)

........sweet romance is alive ★ a beautiful write
It took me a second to realize... but this is very elegant cunnilinguis