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I poem I made up while thinking of bees and the summertime

Though he is the bees knees her doesn't stop when I beg please He pleases with gentle tease I give up with sighs and screams honey runs thick with sweet melodies between my knees.
Finally my inner goddess has been released in full bloom so tell me who I be? Who are you and who am I to be sweep away in the warm,sweet pollen day as I embrace the sunshine and moonlight sooth me gently...don't touch me rough. Our hot and sensual nights grow long but forgive me if I do you wrong? Because my honeycomb begs to be drowned by your sweet melodies so won't you make me scream? I know you can because you are the bees knees that provide me with sweet melodies.

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