Courting Courtship

She said was surprised because she did not see A ram making love to a honey bee But I feel the jump and sting in me Pleasure and pain two deliciousness, one memory. The way it was when first we met by logwood tree Jeremiah was a bullfrog not a ram You were the honey and I the lamb The golden blossoms rippled with a cluster of glee. That was courtship, the honey on the sticky fly And I was swatted with sweet desire Before evenings walk could expire The fingers laced along the shore, the cudly lie Displaying restraint against private surge of loins The longing the hibiscus throat to pry Apart, lip from lip, and hear your cry From the violin of hip. That was my wish spinning coins. But we do keep the bee for the bee, for honey drink And I had no sap enough to provide Nor van for all the lugage without divide You know the ram gets sacrifice in a shudderless wink Don't flinch now, it is custom dear, courtship is a wear Of tender needs wrapped in tender lies I am too exhausted with fraternities That make customs seem glorious that milk my tear.