I sense your presence flowing around me
in a whisper,
fluttering wings of a bumble bee,
that poses delicately in the heart of my flower.
The hairy tongue licks, sucks avidly
the succulent and nutritious nectar.
The feeling of being swallowed bit by bit
its simply wonderful, delicious,
causing small waves of tremor
that travel very slowly through the plasma,
involving my whole being.
Merche DemBar
26/10/10