The Bee and the Prima-Rosa

"First time cyber love for me and my gardening friend."

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You sparkle in the morning profusion,

like gold caught in a ray of the sun.

The light from you shimmers and coaxes.

You’ve blossomed as seduction begun.

You tease me with award winning colour,

I’m trapped by the look in your eye.

You pull back the thorns that surround us,

I can’t deny you, no matter how much I try.

Like a bee I’m drawn to your nectar,

hearts lost in my gossamer flight.

I hover over your pretty round sepals,

Your desire makes me breathless and light.

Lifted towards a heavenly aroma,

I can almost taste the celestial brew.

Through leaves that curl and caress me,

to your bud that glistens with dew.

Petals open to my encouraging whispers,

pink coloured and perfectly sweet,

I sip the honey from your gorgeous receptor,

and dance in your quivering heat.

There’re sighs when my tongue touches your oval,

and you tremble at my buzzing embrace.

You’ve given me something so different,

new feelings; new longings; new tastes.

You enticed me into your garden.

Prima-Rosa, the first rose of spring.

Now we’re locked together as nature intended,

our hearts forged by love’s beautiful sting.

Published 10 years ago

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