She tasted me
And I let her
I let curiosity overtake my walls
Scale them neatly
In one leap
Effortless
As a Doe
Hopping a fence
For tender shoots
Of springtime tendril passion
And then I was gone
A distant memory of my distant memories
All lost in her sense of inquiry
Lost in her desire to know more
Her desire to learn
What unfolding scents may be held
Deeper
Those places bees would know existed
Normally hidden To us Humans
The crevices of sweet nectar
Sex
Blood
Desire
Art
Passion
Longing
Nature’s wonderful messengers of motivation
Her seed-pods of craving and creativity
Delicious tempting tastes
Awaiting
Eager lips
To explore