....This gentle smooth touch <br />Of the flower petals, <br />That swallows the kiss <br />Of an angry buzzing bumblebee <br />Fluffy and painted <br />Like in a thousand colors <br />Is for leaving the pollen <br />On his fingertip. <br />He's inhaling the pollen <br />To taste the flower, <br />While sitting in that field of daffodils, <br />Yellow daffodils, <br />He's dreaming of love <br />Until self-forgetfulness <br />To wake up. <br />The dew shines on the leaves, <br />While the buzzing bumblebee <br />The breast is caressing, <br />The milk tastes, <br />And the long hair is touching <br />With his increasing beard. <br />The flower flavor <br />Is flooding his mouth, <br />While kissing <br />And bearing all these.... <br /> <br /> <br /><a href='http: //www.myfreecopyright.com/registered_mcn/CHEVL_22JNF_B4SH1' title='MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected' ><img src='http: //storage.myfreecopyright.com/mfc_protected.png' alt='MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected' title='MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected' width='145px' height='38px' border='0'/></a><br /><br />Marieta Maglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/self-forgetfulness/
