"When I kissed her she tasted like strawberries" ...you only tasted her lip gloss. When I kissed her she tasted of agony and surrender, of submission and rage. She tasted of honeycomb fresh from the hive, still dripping venom.

You kissed her lips. I have tasted her soul.

If someone says "There's no venom in honey" I'm gonna wrap a wiffleball bat with the definition of "metaphor" and then thwap you on the head with it, hard enough to get that that nice "bonk" sound but not actually hurt.

@estrogenandspite oh that does sound fun tho... hm

ehem...

There is no venom in honey!!! 🤓

@AnhedoniaIsReal Prepares the thwonking bat