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**Published in DNA Salon

The nature of love

A pair of young lovers
Lay under a tree.
On the tree bloomed a flower,
Near it, buzzed a bee.

Heady scent of the flower
Drove the bee wild,
The man pulled her closer-
She sensually smiled.

Hormones were raging
The air filled with tension
And above them the bee
Hung in suspension

The flower starts to sway,
But the bee has it pinned,
The couple embrace tight,
Throwing caution to the wind.

His clothes and hers
Carelessly thrown;
The flower gets ready
To welcome the drone.

The bee rides the flower,
There is music and stuff,
But viewers are now furious -
They are sick of the fluff.

The director chap's helpless
For there is a stricture,
He can only use Nature
To cue sex in the picture!

:D


Written for the 'Comic Erotica' writing exercise on S&C

Hues of Life

If the colors in our lives
Lacked intricate weave -
Were individually seen,
Then there’d be a yellow
Alongside a blue, but
How would we get the green?

There must be a reason
Why God has made
Life such a kaleidoscope;
Could it be to convey -
'There’s good with the bad',
So that there springs eternal hope?