You've got your hair slicked back
into a smoothed up beehive
with a black silk dress
sticky as honey along your legs
with shoes all gold and glow
upon your winged feet
and when you sing you hum
and i feel the buzz between your lips
like a sting between my skin and bones
You've got your hair woven back
and my fingers get trapped in the wax
I cannot pierce you sharp and sweet
cannot feel your honey swell
to hear me sing me back to you
I am just a drone
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