Skin, on an erect penis, burned red to black to red as a bee flew up against The veiny shaft. The little bee Brandished her sting, Tucked in her body, And prepared to attack. Hesitation. The penis trembled. And a great gust of wind Blew tumbled towards the insect. Smoke enclosed her. Blind and Confused, Chemicals kicked in and Her sensory nerves Relaxed. She settled upon the head and Began to suck the sweet nectar. Ambrosia? Not quite. The penises hand reached down Grabbed the pistil, crushing the bee. As the moans of the asian whore echoed from above. *i know stigma is the girl part of the flower but yea..* dedicated to Margaret C. Rigsby she has permission to use this poem too.