Buzzing constantly, insane inducing NOISE circling, hover around each and every flower, desiring too much to stop seeking, capturing sweet nectar dip deep, dripping goodness so WET medicine beyond compare, no pill or tablet to equal DISSOLVE my pain and feed depths I know not, nothingness transformed to FULFILMENT resistance impossible if my reach extended to gathering, against my lips touch, coat and cover sticky GOLD I need more my head buzzes now with equal desire, wanting, waiting, till smoothness SLIDES down my throat into dark and ragged depths within me, relief, pure as light feelings releases me from TORMENT, oh forsaken liquid, secret magic be mine alone, I will not share, let others despair, consume me as I CONSUMED thee. 

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Sara Farnworth