Like Bees to the Flower...

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this poem is actually a song my wife and i sing, upbeat!
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like bees to the flower the pussy's got power
bringing in beauty like a warm spring shower
it's furry and warm, smells so sweet
the life giving channel, it's a sacred treat
it'll drive a man crazy, it'll drive a man wild
(my wife sings "i'll drive a man crazy I'll drive a man wild")
like a loco buck deer he'll run mile after mile
just to get a little taste, a chance to devour
such a sweet ass pussy so full of that power

like bees to the flower the pussy's got power

and so it is, it's so damn true
the pussy bore me and the pussy bore you!
what a wild ass way to come on in
through the juicy ole lips of the mother kin
and then we all fight to get back in
for the rest of our lives and it ain't no sin
the animals love it and the people too
facts are facts, man, the pussy is true!

like bees to the flower the pussy's got power

so give 'em respect and take good care
the women are the ones who boldly dare
to carry our young and give us our birth
if all goes well we each carry the worth
of all them folks who went before
yeah i'm sure they're the key to the door
where would we all be without that flower
give it's honor the pussy's got power!

like bees to the flower the pussy's got power

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