The morning dew collects
Wetting the flower
Its stem and petals
Those droplets push open a pose
Attractive with the tease of pollen
So that with ease
The bee feasts on the rose
I am the bee
And you the flower of my aim
The honey source
The sweetness to my nose
I push myself between
To nourish my hunger of lust
As your climatic nectar flows
And your eyes close
The morning dew collects
Wetting the bee, its sting and clothes