Honeysuckle (Short Poem Modification)

Your eyes are like clear blue skies
Dripping in golden honey sunshine
And I can't think of honey without thinking of how sweet
Your kiss tastes as it misses my cheek
Planting two lips in the soil of my dirty mouth
Fluent in springtime and rainclouds

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