Over blossoms many-fold,
A sweet nectar is what I sold.
But, that pollen you hold?
May see more of my petals unfold.

Seduced, you say?
No, you aren't my prey.
A quid-pro-quo, if I may,
Hand-in-hand, you lead the way.

I ask for a chance,
In business, we'll equally enhance,
If you'll find my stigma,
Here's your payment, in advance!