Archive | April 2013

Still you

Three knocks on the door,
Sweat on my skin,
Don’t want to stop it,
I let you in.

Your voice my reward,
Your tongue on my lips,
Subtle shift toward love,
For me, the scale tips.

Seven knocks to the floor,
Destiny spoke ,
I dust myself off,
Three words stuck in my throat.

You mock me some more,
With your flippant remarks,
Innocent barbs,
Shot straight through my heart.

Vous avez mon amour,
My passion in-situ,
Forever unchanging,
In my heart there’s still you.

© 2012
Ruby Honeytip



Twilight sillhouettes
The top of apple trees
Stretching to kiss the last of the light.
A full moon ascends
Casts out femine hands
As she smilingly heralds the night.
He pulls me toward him
Like the moon and the tide
I move close and he holds me tight.
I feel him flow under my hands
His body heat to mine
Only my desires ignite.
He kisses my cheek
Gentle friendly ease
Another pang from love no requite.
Dammit! If I turn just an inch
And kiss his lips
Would he think me impolite?
Or would he suddenly realise
I hold true loves kiss
And let his hidden passion take flight?
What does all of this matter
If only one of us knows
And I will never take the first bite?

Just let it fall.

© Ruby Honeytip

I Might Not Be Beautiful,

I might not be beautiful,
But I could intoxicate you,
Melt through you like an aged Scotch Whiskey.
I could make you dizzy with how you make me feel.
That kind of happy can be tranferred from my eyes,
Straight to your heart.
I could disorient you with my kiss,
It would feel like flying!
The take off of lips first connecting,
Then deeper familiarity lifts us higher.
We would open our eyes and register surprise,
That our feet are still on the ground.
I don’t need a perfect body to get you thirsty to drink me in,
You would savour my softness….my fullness,
I could make you drunk on me.

Just give me your lips.

© 2012

Ruby Honeytip


If I could…

I would open my dress,
And let you have the woman of me.
I would open my chest,
And let you have the heart of me.
I would open my wounds,
And let you see the pain in me.
I would open my eyes,
And let you see the soul of me.
I would open my arms,
And let you have the warmth of me,
I would open my mind,
And let you have the knowing of me.
I would open my lips,
And kiss you all the joy in me.
I would.
I would.
I would….

And yet, I am still.

© 2013

Ruby Honeytip

Pretty Buddha

I am not just a lighthearted sweet,
There’s a conversation I need to start,
I feel the desire to sit and explain,
The higher contents of my heart.

You are destined to be a teacher,
And I can be that for you too,
I will gratefully teach you contentment,
Through unconditional love for you

You believe yourself to be damaged goods,
Deceptive perfections are your goal,
You need to slow down so I can whisper your truths,
And release what is trapped in your soul.

You’ll find your self esteem finely tuned,
Get a clear image of your value,
When you consider your life is a reflection of your thoughts,
And start seeing yourself as I do.

You are perfect

Metta Bhavana x

Ruby Honeytip

Forbidden Fruit

He presses it to his lips,
Bares his teeth,
And nips at the flesh.
Sweet liquid escapes his lips
And races with his tongue
From the corner
Of his mouth.
He catches the nectarous droplet
And draws it back inside.
Oh my!
How I long for a taste!
To touch his delicious lips with mine.
To fold my tongue through
The warm sweetness of him
Again…again and again.
Ohhhh to hear my name groaned
Through his baritone voice
As my body sings his song.

His eyes….his beautiful eyes are….

Uh oh! !

He sees me!

I feel crimson warmth spread
Across my face
And wonder..
How long have I been staring at him?

© 2012

Ruby Honeytip

A Sunlit Hope

He has an inate kindness
That has sown
A seed of togetherness
Into the middle
Of my battered heart.

The first tiny shoot of hope
Has emerged in me
And he tends to it
With sunlit smiles
As if it were his own.

Tell me…..
How was I not
To fall deep
With all that he means
To my entirety?

© 2012

Ruby Honeytip