The Sting

The daffodil sits quietly in the garden bed. He flies towards her, rests himself on her bosom.He kisses her slowly, tastes her pollen, then he draws hard and fast, until she wilts.

The sunflower stands bold in the sun. He kisses her slowly, tastes her pollen. He draws hard and fast until she wilts.

The dandelion sways gently in the breeze. He kisses her slowly, tastes her pollen. He draws hard and fast but she latches herself on to his back. He tries to shake her off but she sticks so he stings her; he wilts.

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