She is a flower
And I am a honeybee
Nuzzling her petals

is the flower
and I
the bumbling

Jul 10

I am your horny bee
And you are the most beautiful purple flower a bee could ever see
As I suck upon your nectar which tastes so fucking sweet
I look up at your petals and you make me feel complete

I fly from the hive every morning
And return back every night
I wish I never had to leave you
And could stay and we could pollinate

Feeling tired, not my best work lol
#bee   #horny   #sexty  
Mar 29, 2014

If you be the flower
I am the bee
Drawn to your delightful mystery

Hey I heard you liked the same person I do.
Well those rumors are true, and furthermore
I know for a fact that the last person she
slept with is now dating her best friend.

Where does it end! But the best part is,
no one knows that he's secretly meeting
her sister out behind the math building
before class, but wait, I saved the best for last.

I want you. Bad. But I'm not sure where that puts us.

Francisco DH
Francisco DH
Sep 30, 2014

A field of flowers
   will never remain absolute in purity

Something Vague
Something Vague
Nov 25, 2014

I look back years to my seventh grade diocese spelling bee-
Everyone buzzed around getting clanky chairs and chatty children in place
All that I could do was sit on the stage sinking down so nervously
Drowning in the scads of sweat flying from my frustrated face

But there was a big-hearted, bumbly, blonde stranger who learned of my lost look
She joyfully joined in on the studies
We sat smiling and sharing the same sapphire book
It wasn’t long before we became buddies.

I stumbled over a senseless word and she must have seen the sharp sting in my sorrowful eyes,
pouring forth comforting words gently like a sweet honey from its comb
Humming hushes to help soften my cries,
She showed me no matter who you be(e) you will never be alone

& to flower forth friendliness for we are all in need
All of us are rained on and growth from pain requires some connection
You must Start with sowing a selfless seed
and then will feel humanity's resurrection

Colleen S Galofaro
Colleen S Galofaro
Oct 29, 2011

The bad seed  ::  takes root  ::  roots extend ::  in the head  ::  A constant branching  ::  budding bursting ::  away  ::  and away  ::  and away  ::  roots branch and extend  ::  The Holy Schism  ::  Mother's breast  ::  bisected  ::  salt and milk  ::  curdle  ::  then settle  ::  into the nine creamy layers of Hell  ::  roots extend  ::  bury into Her pith  ::  bisected  ::  a honeysuckle rut  ::  Mother screams  ::  a poisonous  ::  foam  ::  spraying Her wither around  ::  killing  ::  the sacred cow  ::  ::  ::  there  ::  there She is  ::  the pretty blight  ::  the slit  ::  in the stem pursed tight  ::  down lower  ::  over two hills  ::  to a black and blue lagoon  ::  Mother in bloom  ::  Her putrid flower  ::  slaps open sloppy  ::  wide ::  open ::  for osmosis  ::  for curdled spore spew  ::  sucking flaccid  ::  with lips and teeth


Stolen in tact the passion, that field now lacks
No boundaries, this weight is lifted off my back
Running fast on the tracks

In the cracks of my skin crawls the experimental
Paranormal treasures for your plunder
Nose in the pheromones  

Will your molecules react?
Love is chemical.

The spirit of life hides in the flowers
That I jacked, just to give to you, pretty girl...

So maybe you'll be defenseless
To my emotions I wish to unpack

Oh there you are..
This is yours.

Science + Love = Sexy
Brent M Webb
Brent M Webb
Sep 25, 2014

Bumblebee Husband arrives at home,
hangs his hat on the rack,
puts his suitcase on the floor,
hears laughter coming from
the bedroom.
Puzzzled, he walks to the door
sweating, turns the handle,
a moment forever burned
into his memory.

Next, Cut to scene, night,
camera focuses on a ratty bar
on the edge of the downtown,
the air is thick, humid,
the low glare of neon paints
a desolate parking lot,
the neon sign reads 'The Hive'
and the hum is mind-numbing.
Bumblebee Husband sits at the bar alone,
Grasshopper Bartender absently wipes
the bartop with a dirty rag.
Bumblebee Husband is hunched over his drink,
drowning his sorrows in fermented honey,
grizzled, unshaven. Although surrounded
by the hushed din of conversation,
Bumblebee Husband only hears the
menacing drone of the clock.

The bar closes, we find Bumblebee Husband drunk,
pissing on the brick alley wall,
he looks up at the stars,
feels the cool night air on his face,
wonders what his life would have been like
if he had ended up with Mantis Girlfriend from
College, has the sneaking suspicion that it would
not have ended well, either.

Next, Bumblebee husband is sitting in his car,
the parking lot deserted. Hiccups, thinks of
the last conversation he had with
Bumblebee Wife, she screaming at him.
"Buzz off!" she yelled, he hears it now
echoing in memory. He remembers seeing
them at the divorce hearing,
He wonders how she could have left him.
Left him for Cockroach Boss...

Tears streaming down his mandibles,
he takes the handgun from the glove compartment.
and hopes it will only
for a second.

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