The cloud’s arousal made some drips,
almost like the dew upon the petal lips.
The sun’s warm breath of sunshine rays,
stimulates the petals for several days.
A honey bee buzzes with overwhelming lust,
passionate little fellow ready to thrust.
The tongue is long and ready for a taste,
embrace the pollen and nectar in a haste.
I would love to be your bumble bee,
of passion and desire; quite a fantasy.
I would stay for hours to watch you perspire,
a floral fixation that you could admire.
Making love, making honey;
making everyone lots of money.
Making tea to soothe the throat,
like wearing an interior coat.
I am a florist, and you are my flower,
I will nurture you with a love shower.
Drench you in unconditional love and support,
I am your Miracle-Grow escort.