Butter-Bee Fly

This is dedicated & was inspired by my good friend & proof reader MoMo, thank you forever & always!

The beam of light hit my wing, the sudden heat sent a jolt though me, it slowed me down, but couldn't stop my mission to harvest some honey, I had a goal and must see it to completion, no I don't do this for the queen, I do this for me! Been greedy for honey since the age of 3, matured a lil at 23, grew into adulthood at 33, now I am living free, free to go for my favorite treat, golden sweet honey! I pass over green leaves, fly amongst the trees not wasting my life laboring 4 the queen like those other bees, I'm harboring for me, the flower's scents are making me dizzy, I had no choice but to set down on a lilly, you see, I couldn't get my wings in a tizzy, I needed to get busy, so I shook it off & was ready to fly when I saw the most gorgeous butterfly fluttering bym. I said to myself Oh My and started a new quest which was just to say hi. She was moving rather fast, my small wings buzzed in overdrive, my heart was racing and I felt alive, I couldn't explain why but I wanted her in my hive! She dipped below a tree trunk, she rose above the tall weeds, she rose up above the field and the sunlight reflected her beautiful colors magnificently, I almost couldn't see, I had to dodge a tree, Damn I never saw a butterfly as beautiful as she, I wondered if she'd communicate with me intelligently or eratically, I mean even I think its rare to see a butterfly being chased by a bee, I caught up to her finally, sitting on a lilly pad, her beautiful wings moving slowly and melodically with the sounds of nauture's symphony and said excuse me Ms. Butterfly, my name is Mr. Bee, Heavy Bee that is" and she turned and looked at me, more gorgeous than a mystical fairy, and said diddley diddley deeeeee, she busted out laughing hysterically, and I had to laugh too cause she didn't know that her joke had no originality but it tickled me rather nicely cause she had a sense of humor that could make our time together pricey, basically priceless, so yes this busy bee must confess that I was happy this butterfly could jest. I played it off...

He tempts and teased, I am then eager to please this busy little bumble bee, but what is my fascination with the? Mr. yellow & black like that of a "FRAT" or black & yellow such an attractive fellow. Unlike the queen in a hive, I'm that different.... Ms. butt ah-fly, and I'm loving the way his buzzzzzzz is making me high!... His buzzzzzzz destined this rhythm his buzzzzzzz created this beat, with those "honey" scented words in each one of his tweets!! -Kisses

Chuckled and said well I am pleased to make your acquaintance My dear might I ask you name, your beautiful wings have attracted from afar, and made me alter my course just to bask in your flame

What is my name he asks as if he didn't already know, this extremely handsome floetic fellow... I play along with his game just as he'd wish, answering my name is Poetic but you can call me Ms.!!

Wow I can't believe this it seemed like she was playing a lil hard to get, call you Ms.? I surely will, Ms. Beautiful, Ms. Fine, Ms. Full of bliss, at this she cracked a smile, her wings floated again and I believe that's a sign she was giving for me to move on in. Our conversation continued, it flowed like the stream close by, there seemed to be a mutual interest between this bee & the butterfly. We took flight together, began exploring floral gardens as one, no fear in their differences, we operated in unison. Our thought patterns were the same, our ambitions supported by one another. We flew around discovering the world with new antennas & vision, we visited roses, we stopped at the violets but our favorite place became the lillies. A new life developed for us, she became the pollen of my eyes, we are a rare breed now call us the butterbee fly.

Sonnet #1

I am inspired by shakespeare
To write these words
Glamored by his skillful hands
As he labored to tell of love
Love amiss, love such as this
The love of truth that blossoms in the spring
It shows no passion like that of a muse
Inspiring the creative thought, the artistic actions of the quill
Unbalanced & unending like the echoes in a well
The stench of angered haters milling about to wish true lovers demise
But love is wise, knowledgeable of the devils lies
It seeks life in the shining glare of lovestruck eyes

Poetic Kisses

Poetic kisses,
Your kisses are poetic
whether u blow them from afar or up close,
they are extremely verbose,
a sentiment taken 4 granted by some
but they leave me comatose,
in awe of your affection to someone you barely know.

Your kisses are sweet like the nectar of fresh fruit,
your saliva is organic juice,
I welcome being a patron
at your kissing booth.

Your pucker,
the mountain top of which I desire to climb,
reach the peak of a peck ,
feel the gentleness on my neck
like the resting place of a butterfly
tickling me & giving me goose bumps,
the long kiss goodnight lasting hours in mind
an eternity in spirit,
mere minutes in real life,
making my heart rate jump,

kisses that are moist
like the early morning dew
on the petals of flowing flowers.

Passionate are your kisses
arousing all nerves and senses,
brain matter scattered,
they leave a wise man senseless.

Poetic Kisses that are short and sweet
a haiku from me to you,
French style free verse kisses
takes a bit of skill
just enough lips
the right amount of tongue
and the right amount of powered will.

Your kisses are a sonnet, a love song
from your lips to mine,
musically whistling melodies
emotion’s metronome of time
they sing a ballad of a love enduring,
love that lasts a lifetime,
your kisses exemplify romance,
a candle light in you
the kind of kisses that intoxicate like wine,
my narcotic, Poetic Kisses I am Addicted to you.