Honey Bee

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Sweat so wet it pours.

Trickles down his spine like the first dew of spring.

My neck,

He bites,

Bee sting.

I’m trapped in his honey .

Drowning in nectar I never saw coming.

He feeds my sweetest tooth.

Only the bees know the words to say.

Building hives inside my heart and buzzing through my veins.

 

 

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Published by Ryon Maverick

Born in Doncaster, I’m a gay writer with a passion for exploring life, love, and everything in between. I share personal stories and reflections on the highs and lows of love in all its forms. I'm also the published author of The Life And Death Of Love, a poetry collection that dives deep into the raw beauty and heartbreak of human connection.

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