Hive

I crave, I crave

The way you misbehave

That naughty streak

That widow’s peak.

I bleed

To fill the need.

You are the needle

You are the hive

I’m stung and wrung

But feel alive.

Your forked tongue

Your wicked hum

Make me sizzle

Make me …

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