Like a bee almost in my heart,
you emerged flowering though my breasts,
and your every kiss was the sweetest sting,
enticing me with sting-kissing.
You made honey in my navel,
but the greatest sting went between my legs.
You pricked me
with words so gentle.
My heart fluttered
and beneath you
like a blossom or a stem, I bent.
You opened me like a honey door
and all my sweetness you drank.
My body is speckled now with blue-red stings,
with purple gem-sting stippling,
and dappled all over with love and hate bites.
You thrust your bee-sting into me,
and your drone still fills my brain.
A wild bee, a bumbling humming bee
forever inside me,
never showing any mercy.