Why can't I get you out of my head?
What compels me to stir with such feelings at the mere thought of you?
Why does my heart betray my mind and ache so badly for you, so profoundly and terribly for you!
Will our lips ever move to breach the space between them?
To part way as a blossom glistening in a fresh morning dew. Revealing the intoxicating scent of its sweet nectar, and setting into motion an irreversible dance, pursued by the low hum of this bumble's rhythmic and maddening vibration, which demands every crease and fold within reach of its flutter quiver and pulse in tandem, as it reaches to probe deftly around the hidden tip of your budding pistil, locking into a tangled twisting, interspersed by the flickering and nipping that builds climactically to that final movement made to coerce an eruption of such intensity that all air is withdrawn, leaving no words to be spoken.