Melissa Hennessy

Life Of A Honey Bee

Stop right here,
we are breathing once again.
I'll be the
to admit I never saw this coming.
What is this love? What is the cure?
I only began to tear the walls of reality!
be patient,
my one,
but If I blow this away,
will it bring you

Would I be astound by the colors and the wonder I want to feel?
Pushing back my hands over backward, the hour I spent to have you belong to me!
Embracing this overwhelming moment,
staring at your eyes and in between your thighs,
this high!

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 15, 2009

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