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You did not mind the momentary sting
driven into you by the careful bee.
Despite the ache, your eager fingers slipped
into the crevice to retrieve the prize.
Flippant, you flipped your hand just once to fling
away the stinger, draining rapidly.
The errand for your Lady quite complete:
you went back to her manor with all haste;
imagining the pleasure in her eyes
when you revealed to her the waxen comb
until the thick, sweet honey from it dripped
slowly on to her waiting, stockinged feet;
which she raised to your lips, that you might taste
the mingled sweetness.  This deserves a poem.