She's fine...but when I pop her cork, I don't taste wine, I taste a sweetening creme of honey, it's addicting, feeling kinda buzzy &I don't like to sting, I call her Queen Bee bc she's my pretty lil thing, she keeps an army around her, never does she have to lift a finger, they're fly or dies &she's just fly, when she swarmed my nest I felt somewhat high, sunk down to my my knees, caressed her prize, knowing it was mine, she couldn't deny, she barely knew her name, I barely knew she came, she continued to fill my belly with her sweetening creme...of honey, pleasure for me, for my never ending hunger, she keeps me satisfied &I make sure she never has to wonder, if what I'm feeling is being disbursed to multiples, I...reaffirm her convictions that I'm the one daily, sometimes I forget her name bc I only call her baby, she completes me, I know she's capable of stinging at any moment but she knows that's beneath me, beneath us, no need to let that ill fate determine us, never stepping back, we continually move forward, close to our dreams, closer to grasping everything others told us we wouldn't achieve, happiness, success, monogamy, I feel her in my bones, you could say she's my rib, bc of her, I can never commit to being a vegetarian, dayum, she's fine, our relationship you could say is like wine, it'll only get better with time, she's my Queen, I still can't believe she's mine &I still pinch myself on a regular to make sure this isn't a dream.
[03/17/10 03:18 AM]
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