If I could be a super-hero,
I would be your Bee-Man.
I would fly over continents and oceans,
over forests and gardens,
until I found you,
my Rose Queen.
My super-powers would detect
your pink petals
from far off.
Down I would fly,
drawn to the exquisite beauty
silkily emerging from the heart of you,
your blushing petals
unfolding for me.
Gently but firmly
my long, loving tongue would press
between those dew-moistened folds,
unable to resist the perfume
by your intoxicating scent,
your nectar I would sup
until I could drink no more.
the sweet nectar
you had so willingly granted me
into my rich, creamy honey,
created especially for you,
I would penetrate
between your soft petals,
find your hidden depths,
and to repay you for the delight
your fragrant nectar had given me,
magically inject my honey into you,
to fertilise you again and again,
penetrating to the essential heart of you,
until my store was empty,
and we would both feel
the most exquisite joy of all.
at the mere thought of you,
without any physical closeness to you,
I feel the drops of my own nectar
beginning to exude,
and I know how little stimulus it would take
for my honey store to explode for you.
If only this could happen in the real world,
you could ******* honey,
swallow all that I could emit for you,
absorb it into your intimate recesses.
I can only hope that you wish it also,
that you dream of it as I do,
and that some day our dreams can come together
as we would.