Honeycomb. It's something I never got the chance to chew on as a child, but as an adult I'm willing to try anything with innocent intentions. So today I took my very first taste of honey in the comb. The sweet fresh, untouched bee-created sweetness is overwhelming at first. It's hard not to pucker your cheeks. But I love the feeling nevertheless. The comb was so delicious. Different, I must admit. At first I was skeptical. But I'm blessed with a man who forces me to walk outside of my comfort zone. And as the sweet substance oozed away it tasted so good. Soon enough I was chewing a raw peice of wax. So I pulled it out and blessed my tongue with one more bite. Surely my darling will be regretting sharing his secret treasure with me.
