The hungry hummingbird
Hovering near her flower, the hungry hummingbird needs to feed, he moves closer to her petals, he's now ready to proceed
The Roses petals part slowly he moves in to take a sip, his tongue brushes her engorged bud, in her nectar he starts to dip
With each dip the flower gets more moist, soon he's covered in her wine, he's ravenous for her, her flowing nectar tastes devine
He moves in and out of her, drawn in by her gorgeous smell, the odour of her pollen has him locked in some sort of spell
The deeper he enters her, the sweeter the nectar tastes, the hummingbird laps quicker there's not a drop that goes to waste
Feeding like a starving man, the hummingbird can't get enough, he begins to lap harder, the Rose seems to like it kind of rough
Soon the flower begins to quiver, she has no more nectar left to shed, the hummingbird moves away and goes to his nest, it's time to rest his head
THE KINKY POET
