Sparkling creek, Dandelion seeds, My Honeybee Lying in a field Awaiting me. Dying embers of day Sat at cliff’s edge, Supported by hope, My Honeybee buzzes, For these days of Euphoria. So honey-mouthed, My Honeybee is, The sweet persuasion Of my creative queen bee, My chosen royal fantasy. Escape to our hive, I’ll be busier than you, a honeybee, preparing to reap the rewards of our shared nectar. My sweet Honeybee.
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