Poems Sugar and Spice February 21, 2016 Black and White Scribbles Leave a comment The spiciness clasps the mumbly pale numb lips Held by the hand and water seen dripping down the wrist Knees crumblling, stomach grumbling upon sighting the beast Munching the sweetest honey that is only offered by the bees. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related