I wanted to create a piece that was stealthily erotic and somewhat primitive in nature. Boiling down instincts and emotions and portray them as an act of giving loving pleasures cleverly disguised in an almost a kind of nursery rhyme or tale. Once I decided to post this I knew Georgia O'Keefe would be the perfect artist to use attract the eye to my work. I hope you find this charming and playful and a little bit of a temperature rise inducing piece.
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The Amoristicpillow
I Am a Honey Bee
I am a Honey Bee
And I love to visit my favorite flower
It feels as if my existence is only for one purpose
To collect the nectar of the bloom
Encoded in my essence is that power
That instinctual desire
To follow the scent that sets me afire
Of my favorite delicate flower
Sitting pretty tween two long slender leaves
Its inviting petals draw me near
I fly towards it, drawn to the center
And I pause to admire its inviting beauty
This blooms familiar shape and warm colors
velvety soft textures I love to touch
Soothes my soul as I approach
I become inebriated from its sweet aromatic bouquet
Yes this is my favorite flower
The scent awakes my primal urges
For seeking the secret spring
And reveling in its intoxicating fluid
So I may deeply drink, From that delicate cup
Happiness radiates throughout me
Like a flight in the warmth of the summer sun
With the softest touch I land
And explore every inch
Of the surface so grand
And those petals oh so soft
My heightened senses
Can smell and taste
The slightest trace
Of that sweet secretion, I so desire
I am a Honey bee
And I love to explore my favorite flower
With my tongue I probe and search
Looking for the trail that leads me to the source
Of my pheromonic obsession
So close I can sense it
I tremble with excitement
And after some gentle coaxing
The petals unfurl At the pressure of my touch
And I delve ever deeper in my quest
I can feel the whole blossom shudder
As the long slender leaves quiver in the breeze
they keep me warm and guide me whilst I work
My wings caress their soft smooth surface
As they close in and embrace me
From deep inside the nectar flows
And I do my best to lap up all I can
Intoxicatingly sweet and warm
In those timeless moments
I am lost in its hypnotic effect
Hidden below the sweet velvet petals
In a secret garden lies a tiny bud
Like another flower ready to bloom
No ordinary bud this is
the more I stimulate, The more the nectar flows
Happily I lavish attention on that swollen bud
with all the artful skills this Honey Bee knows
I hear a sweet song on the breeze, the music soothes my soul
Deftly I use my limbs to milk this bud
Pressure I apply, atop and all around
Then I reach deep to its underside
To touch that magical spot
Where its sensitive roots converge
With swirling rhythmic strokes
And gentle loving touch to Elate
And flowing nectar is my reward
I am a Honey Bee
And I dance a circular dance
Around that trembling bloom
With pressure, sometimes soft
And other times quite strong
All a labor born of love
In rhythm with that song
Soon I am soaked from the flow
I am a honey bee
And a happy one I am
When I get to play with my little bloom
probe its pore, with my articulate tongue
suckle it in my delicate mouth
I buzz with a happiness loud and strong
A deep and resonating hum
That bathes my bud entire, And vibrates it to the core
Soon my blossom shakes and quivers
Like the sea in a strong powerful wind
And the long slender leaves fall aside
And though it pains me so to go
I am taken to the breeze
Covered and full Of that sweet ambrosia
The memory of its heady embrace
Shall compel me to return
Again and again, As often as I can
For I am a Honey Bee
Who loves to visit, His favorite Flower