Like Bee Stings

Thu, 12/24/2020 - 10:09 -- Infused

Fireflies flutter deeply within
while knowing he will flee again
pierces my chest
Desire swells in these lips
which ache to sip of him

Each tasty endeavor
leaves me aflame
and squirming for the next
laceration
His kisses are like bee stings
because I'm left wounded
wishing he could stay

But he must always go
to return his heart
to the demon he wed long ago
while passion gnaws at me
like an insect on nectarous fruit

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