The Honey pot is full and dripping
Ripe and ready for a licking.
The Honey is too sweet for me
A simple Honeybee.
Just a dip
So I can lick my fingertip
Just the tip
Will do.
A taste of the sweet Honey Dew.
Let me stroke your wings
As they spread wide.
So much easier to soar and to slide.
So much easier to fly and to glide.
Sweet Honey Bee looking at the Sky;
Here where you lie
Captivated by the flowers petals
Scattered trophies: erotic medals.
Look to the Sky
What do I spy?
A beautiful butterfly
With wings spread wide.
Living the life
Free from strife
Embracing the joys of the womb.
Revelling in of the release from the cocoon
Look to the Sky
Who I spy?
The buzzing Wasp
Looking down from above
Wishing for ecstasy and Love.
Will he make you gasp?
Ecstasy of the stinger
Or the love bringer?
A carnal sinner.
Look again to the sky above the sea
What do we see?
A Bumblebee
Big and black
Fully loaded; fully stack.
Ready for a sipping
Ready for dipping
At the honey shack.
Under the Sky
Fitting like a glove
Fitting like beautiful erotic doves
Intertwined in Love
The Honey pot is full and dripping
Ripe and ready for a licking.
The Honey is too sweet for me
A simple Bee.
Tulips and sunshine
Makes me lose my mind
With the sweet nectar that I find
Roses and Marigolds
Are a warm embrace
And a welcoming place
When nights are cold
And you need someone special to hold.
Amongst the flowery folds
We strip and stroll
Until pollen erupts like gold.
The joy, the glee
To observe the flight of the three
Above nature's mirror: a still pond.
A touch and watch it cascades and respond.
The Honey pot is full and dripping
Ripe and ready for a licking.
The Honey is too sweet for me
As simple as can Bee.
By: PDONEIL
Dec 18 2018
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POETIC SKETCHES
PuisiSketched in black and white - a series of poems dealing with a number of ideas.
