The Flower and The Honey Bee

He is a handsome flower lying silently on the seashore, under a tropical Marathon Key sky.His stem long and thick extending to a sugary bud. And I, a determined honey bee with a love of nectar. My duty is to extract every drop from him. I start at the head to soften his bud making sure to ease my way down to the stem as it hardens. My lips tighten their grip. I move back and forth using my tongue to moisten every stroke. The sweetness of his flavor gives my body an overwhelming sensation of ecstasy. I feel him expand in my throat. Romantically weakened by pleasure, he blooms releasing that sweet honey..

Extraction complete…

He lies radiant, swaying back and forth in the cool spring breeze. On this island, I’m forever his honey bee