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.

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.

The First Dance

Her touch is like cotton
Her fingertips are clouds
that send chills up my spine
tickling the nape of my neck as she guides them down the muscles in my back
my heart begins to race, beating fiercely as she begins her passion filled attack
her hands glide down and grasp my rock hard torso
to pull me in close and her soft warm minty breath
stimulates my nasal cavity and chills shoot down my spine as she whispers
baby i love the way you move
the heat begins to rise and i am approaching the horizon in a steady glide
and she pulls back exactly when the chorus of the love song begins
looking into my deep brown eyes, i am looking at those full lips, glossy and shining like a full blood moon
i am getting light headed spinning into a full swoon
i want to touch but she holds my hands at bay
my lips begin to part but i have nothing to say
She places my hands on her hips as they begin to sway
her movement is smooth and i just love it when she moves slow
her head tilts back showing her pulsating veins in her neck
if i was the undead my fangs would rise but tonight my loins cry
seduction is at a high
the glow from the candles are are dimming, she has me blushing like i was shy
she place her hands on my chest lightly clawing them with her sculptured nails
the beads of sweat run down my spine
this feeling is so good i want to wail
cry out loud that i never knew love like this
no more sadness no more pain
at this moment all i want to gain
is her
dance this dance with her
move in complete unison with her
there is no one else here but she and i
and this fantasy love affair is no alibi
this rhythm has us both hypnotized
its all a compromise
i give her all of me and she surrenders
embracing closely as lovers
her eyes speaking to mine as we sip this slow wine
in the open sky where the stars are twinkling above
the music drifts on the waves as my thoughts are singing
my heart is asking
what is she thinking of?
no impure thoughts, only, could he be my true love?
is this just a coincidental dance of Caribbean lust
or could there be more? In my heart i put my trust
in unique cadence our pelvises thrust
and as the song comes to a close, as this dance comes to an end
I ask can we exchange numbers
and she says I think we must!