"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.

@estrogenandspite at risk of stating the obvious: that is an extremely fine piece of writing.
@AbbeyPerilous it means a lot to me to hear that. :)