The Honey Bee

A poem

Photo by Alexander Krivitskiy on Unsplash

Let go as I open your soul for the
first time.
Feel it rupture from your body as
you’re resurrected in ecstasy.
Like the searching honey bee,
we dance between the stars
in search of our rhythm
blood pounding in your ears as
my fingers make you mine.
Your skin beckons, crying out,
begging I leave my mark.
Lust demands its weight in flesh.
Do you feel alive under my gaze
as my lips caress,
my tongue tastes,
and I enter…