Honey Bee thelifeanddeathoflove Personal, The Words Aug 13, 2020 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. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related 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. View all posts by thelifeanddeathoflove Published Aug 13, 2020