Honey Bee

Personal, The Words 1 Minute

Sweat so wet it pours.

Trickles down his spine like the first dew of spring.

My neck,

He bites,

Bee sting.

I’m trapped in his honey .

Drowning in nectar I never saw coming.

He feeds my sweetest tooth.

Only the bees know the words to say.

Building hives inside my heart and buzzing through my veins.

 

 

Published by thelifeanddeathoflove

Doncaster born and new to the scene, poetry and creative writing is my thing! currently working on my first book, a collection of diary entries compiled to create a narrative about Love! Lets see how it goes.

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