Good evening, Mister Bumblebee,
Dost thou have a sting for me?
You’ve clearly made your presence known,
By capturing me with your pheromone.
Wilt thou weaken my immunity,
So to sting with impunity?
Dost thou care I’ll burn with desire?
No known salve to quench my fire.
I’ve no defense, I’ve been overcome,
Inflammation’s rising, itching’s begun,
I’ll thrum with you most pleasantly,
Addicted to your toxicity.
Your love’s venom pumped inside of me,
Injected, infected, for Maternity,
An ova succumbs…anticlimactic?
Our mating thrum…anaphylactic?
Wilt thou return, Mister Bumblebee,
To leave more pollen inside of me?
I’ll be waiting here at home,
Addicted to your pheromone.
