Heartstrings

41

the spell of a make-out kiss
throws me into submission
my hands wander
in this sensual dream
as a blur

my tongue finds the nectar
of my delicate flower
that blushes and blooms

with a moan almost like
a buzz my fleshy stinger brings
the sweetest pleasure
to us both
i won't be flying away
from her anytime soon.
i will come again and again