THE PETALS OF MY FLOWER

The petals of my flower
Are fresh after the shower,
More inviting for the bee
To come and taste the honey.

So I draw head near to start,
With tongue make the petals part,
Helped by fingers, enough wide
So my tongue can reach inside.

Up and down and side to side
My probing male tongue does glide,
Every surface it can
Reach, as to a plan.

Soon the honey starts to flow,
This I greedily swallow
What does not run on my face
As my head is held in place.

In response the flower shakes
At sensations my head makes.
As the Great Bard wrote, so wry:
"Where the bee sucks, there suck I."