The flower

por Bufón loco

It was the most beautiful flower in the garden
The most colorful
And I a bumblebee after his pollen
After its aromas
After its flavors
Eager to carry the end
With me your nectar

More as usual
In idyllic stories

(Libidinous by nature)

I ended up locked in his trap

(I fell without compunction)

Glued to its soft and moist touch
While being devoured
For his thirsty and hungry mouth

(Well, the honey that I could lick from his lips deserved it)