To you, I am?

Talk to me.

Let me hear your whispers

dance from your tongue,

and across my body.

I can feel your eyes linger

the way you look at me,

invites a curious meal

for such a deep thinker.

Tell me, is that desire for me,

or the things i do for you?

or the things you think i can do for you?

Am I, the nectar or the flower Mr.Bee?

And if you look me in my swollen eye

and kiss my tears away,

with a sincerity that i cannot deny

my heart you just might sway.

Right into your waiting arms

To say i love you so,

would be a frail girls idea

of how her fairy tail will go.